Quatre continued to sit on the cold ground. Then thunder began to roll and it started pouring rain again. He made no attempt to seek shelter he just looked towards the sky. As though he was seeking guidance.

Quatre was freezing yet still he just remained that way for hours. Finally he remembered he told Trowa he would come back and so he made his way back to his apartment. It began to rain harder as he finally made it to the stairs and began climbing to the top. He felt like he was walking in slow motion. He could hear his heart beating as loud as the thunder outside. He reached out and opened the door half hoping that Trowa had left yet deathly terrified that he had.

When Quatre came in Trowa had been pacing back and fourth. Trowa saw Quatre he was soaked and shaking from the cold. Trowa ran to the bathroom and grabbed a towel then went to Quatre and wrapped it around him. Trowa used the towel and dried him off then he sat him down.

Quatre didn't say anything he just starred at Trowa in disbelief. Not knowing why Trowa was here or why he would be helping him now. What kind of game was this anyway. Quatre lost himself in Trowa's beautiful eyes. "We have to get you into some dry clothes." As Trowa turned to go find some Quatre grabbed his arm and pulled him close. Trowa put his arms around him and hugged him. Quatre began to cry and tremble. Trowa tightened the embrace and said in a soothing voice. "Everything will be allright. You don't have to be afraid anymore."

Quatre pulled away remembering himself. "Who said I was afraid?"

"I called Heero and Wufei was there. He's coming to see you."

Quatre snapped his head to face Trowa he was mad he snapped at him. "What the hell did you do that for? He's finally getting his life together and you had to go and drag him into this. Why did you even come here?"

"I was worried about you. I care about you."

"News to me."

Quatre walked over to the window and stared at the lightning not knowing what to do. He hadn't cried in two years he hadn't gotten mad or sad or even happy. He had learned to suppress his emotions but now it seemed they were coming back. "Two years of heard work all gone after two minutes with you." he accused Trowa.

"Hard work? What are you talking about?"

"I have been living here in the darkness of my room. Keeping to myself not feeling or letting others get close and you come here and ruin it. Now I have to start all over. I don't get it how do you do this do me? Why?"

Trowa was letting his words sink in. Quatre was telling him he no longer felt things for anyone. That just wasn't possible that wasn't the loving and caring person he remembered. Why is he like this. "What possibly could have happened to make you like this? Did I do this?"

Quatre didn't want him thinking he was responsible and approached and said in a cold tone. "I told you it's not you. I'm a murderer."

"That's Not True!" a voice from the doorway said.

To Be continued

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