Morning came soon. The sun's rays reflected against the snow creating a bright surrounding. Streets around the Winner mansion were decorated with pink and red hearts of all sizes. It was a sign that Valentine's Day arrived. A day where Quatre would confess his feelings towards the one he loved. A day where his hopes and dreams would come true after the long and intense battle that took place a few months ago. Yes, today would be the perfect day for the blonde boy or so he thought...

Quatre woke up to sunlight shining in his blue eyes. He got up a little later than usual and for some odd reason his head felt a bit uneasy that morning. He made his way to the washroom so that he could brush his teeth although he still felt tired. When he looked into the mirror, he noticed his eyes were slightly red and saw there's moisture on his pale cheeks. //Was I crying?// The former Sandrock pilot asked himself. //But why?....// He couldn't answer his own question. //I probably just had another nightmare about the war.// He tried to convince himself. He wasn't too sure about what went on in his sleep but he didn't really care. All the blonde teen could think about was that today was the day he waited for. A day where he would tell Trowa that he loved him. So his brushed his teeth and quickly ran down to greet the others who probably had already gotten up.

When Quatre came down to the kitchen, the braided boy was already making himself a little breakfast. //I guess I woke up later than I thought.//He thought to himself before entering the room.

"Ohayo!" Duo shouted out. "What took ya so long to get up Q? I have to make my own breakfast."

"Gomen Duo," Quatre apologized. "I wasn't feeling that well."

"Are you ok?" the American boy asked.

"Yeah, just a bit tired. Where's Trowa?" the Arabian boy questioned with concern.

"I......I don't know. I haven't seen him all morning," Duo answered. "Look Quatre, I need to tell you something."

"Sorry Duo, but can it wait? I want to find Trowa first," Quatre said and headed for the unibanged pilot's room.

"Sure...I just don't think today is the day you should show your feelings toward that guy," Duo mumbled to himself knowing Quatre had already ran off.

Quatre stood in front of the door for awhile. He didn't know if this was the right time to tell. He took in a few deep breaths and finally knocked. At first try, there was no response. So he tapped another time. Still there was no reply. The Arabian boy was about to leave but decided to turn the door knob instead. Surprisingly, Trowa did not lock his door like he always did.

The blond teen once again debated with himself in whether to enter or not. He know he shouldn't but it has been awhile since he last step foot in the unibanged boy's bedroom. In fact, now that he remembered, he only been in this room once. The first day when Trowa agreed to live with him. And so he went in...

The room was the same size as any other bedroom in the Winner Estate. As expected from someone like Trowa, the room was unusually tidy compared to all the rest. The bed was situated in the center with pillows and blankets that seemed to be undisturbed for the past day. Along the side was a drawer where Trowa placed his possessions. As curiosity would have it, Quatre approached that piece of furniture and looked around. Soon he found himself smiling when he spotted a framed picture in the further end of the drawer that was close to the bed. He held the frame up and stared at the image as if he saw it only for the first time. It was a picture of them together during one of the picnics Quatre held for the family.

//This is the first time I've seen Trowa smile in a picture.//Quatre thought to himself and placed the picture down.

Just then, the former HeavyArms pilot returned to his room. He was surprised to see Quatre there but especially shocked at the fact that the blonde boy was holding the picture he treasured. For a moment, Trowa felt embarrassed and began blushing. It was at that instant when Quatre realized that he wasn't alone. He turned around only finding the unibanged teen standing in front of him.

"Oh...hi Trowa," Quatre said trying to hide his flushed cheeks by looking down. "I'm sorry. I should have asked before coming in here."

"It's ok," Trowa answered in his usual calm voice.

"I was justing looking at the pictures," Quatre said.

Suddenly he fell forward towards the bed when he tripped on the carpet. Seeing what had happened, Trowa, with his fast reflexes, quickly caught Quatre in his arms and prevented the Arabian boy from hitting one of the posts. As it turned out, Trowa landed right on top of the one he loved with his arms wrapped tightly around his small body. Once again there was an attraction between the two teens. Each felt their heart beating more rapidly and as if they were one being, they could feel the heartbeat of each other.

"Trowa.....I....."

"Shhh," Trowa answered and placed his finger on Quatre's soft lips.

As if expected, the former HeavyArms pilot slowly withdrew his finger and kissed the blonde boy.

//If this is a dream, please don't let it end.//Quatre thought as he wrapped his arms around the shoulders of Trowa.

//What am I doing?//Trowa asked himself. //I can't do this.....I can't let anything happen to you Quatre. I'm sorry.//

The kiss ended as quickly as it began.Trowa suddenly got up and began backing away. He just stared at Quatre as he took his steps.

"Trowa?" Quatre said in confusion.

"Quatre...I'm sorry"

With those words, Trowa ran out of the room without looking back. He didn't know what else he could have done. Images of death and pain ran through his mind. He felt so helpless at the same time unsure about what could be done. So he just ran away from the problem.

Meanwhile, Quatre was left in the room speechless. From the moment he realized his feelings for the unibanged pilot, he dreamt of being able to be in his's arms. When it did happen, he felt so safe but at the same time so hurt when his lips departed from the those of the one he loved. He just sat there asking himself millions of questions. //Was that real? Does he love me too? Why did he have to run away? What did I do wrong?...//"

Duo was watching TV when Trowa ran pass him.

"Hey! Watch it!" He yelled out when the HeavyArms pilot knocked down the remote control. "Trowa! Where are ya going?" Duo asked as he followed the unibanged boy. //I thought he'll be long gone by now.//

Trowa's footsteps suddenly came to a stop when he approached the beach. The waves were sparkling against the morning sun. The sight of it was beautiful and calm...which doesn't suit how he felt at that moment. He realized he can't keep on running, so he slowly walked towards the icy banks.

"Yo Trowa!" An out of breath voice called out to him. As the figure drew nearer, he saw that it was none other than Duo Maxwell.

"Why....Why did you run like that?" Duo asked again while trying to catch his breath. "I...I thought you were going to leave."

"I messed up," the HeavyArms pilot murmured as he sat down on the soft snow.

"What do ya mean? By staying here?" the braided boy questioned. "You were just trying not to break his heart...you know he has a fragile personality. If..."

"I kissed him...and he...he kissed me back," Trowa explained.

"You what?!?" the Deathscythe pilot said in shock. "Well, so much for pretending you have no feelings for him."

"I couldn't help it. How would you like it if someone you love is right in your arms but you have to act so emotionless around them?"

"I...I know what you're going through."

Upon hearing that, Trowa glanced up and gave Duo a confused look.

"Ugh...nevermind. Forget I ever said anything. Love? I don't even know its meaning...," Duo was tripping over his own words so he quickly changed the subject. "So...what are ya planning to do now? Make the best of it and tell poor Q that ya love him?"

"..."

Trowa went completing silent. Taking that as a "I want to be alone." cue, Duo stood up and began walking back to the mansion. Trowa was alone by himself as he stared out into the emerald sea.

//I hope you'll figure it out soon Trowa.// Duo thought as he childishly kicked the snow on his way back.

When the American boy returned, he saw Quatre sitting on the counter by the window. He looked like an angel just now. His eyes sparkled like a sapphire gem and his hair was golden against the sunlight. He didn't even noticed that Duo had entered the room at first, but as he heard footsteps, he turned towards the Deathscythe pilot. All of a sudden, he looked so tired and sadness took over the expression in his eyes. He smiled at Duo as a greeting, but he knew Quatre was just pretending to be happy. He's just as confused as Trowa was.

"Hey Quatre," Duo greeted back trying to sound as if he didn't notice anything. "So what's for lunch? Since you didn't get up to make me breakfast, as a punishment you're going to have to double the food at lunch."

Quatre giggled at the suggestion.

"It's only 11 o'clock Duo, lunch is still an hour away," the blonde boy responded in a soft voice.

"Sorry to interrupt your conversation Master Quatre, but an associate of yours just flew into town today. He invited you to attend a lunch party, and he wants your reply as soon as possible," Rashid said.

"But isn't today your day-off?" the American boy asked.

"..." Quatre thought for a moment. "Tell him, I'll be glad to have lunch with him."

"Very well then. I'll get your suit ready." Rashid said as he left the room.

"Duo?" the Sandrock pilot said.

"What's wrong Q?"

"Can you do me a favour please?"

"Sure...what is it?"

"Can...can you ask Trowa to meet me at the beach at 7 o'clock tonight?"

Duo hesitated for a moment. "Um...sure thing buddy."

"Thank you," Quatre said as he left to room to prepare to meet his acquaintnce.

When Trowa finally came back to the estate, it was nearly 6:30. The weather changed drastically during that period of time. The sun was covered by the grey storm clouds. The sky was lit not by sunlight but by the flashes of lightning and rain was pouring down. It was unusual weather for February. When the HeavyArms pilot entered the house, he just ran up the stairs to his room. When Duo realized that Trowa was finally back, he went up the stairs after him.

"Where have you been all this time?" Duo asked curiously.

"Thinking."

"Hey wait! What are you doing?!?" the American boy exclaimed as he saw the unibanged pilot gathering his possessions.

"I'm packing Duo," Trowa replied coldly as he placed some of his belongings in a small suitcase.

"You can't do this to him!" Duo yelled out.

"I've been thinking and I know this is the right thing to do."

"You're not the only whose been doing some thinkin'! I thought about the whole situation too, and this is definitely not "the right thing" to do!"

The unibanged boy ignored his comments. He went on collecting the things he wanted to bring along. When he approached the drawer, he stood there for a minute in silence and quickly grabbed what he needed.

"Look, you're not thinking straight. For God's sake, you love him. Don't tell me you're just going to ignore your feelings," the braided boy demanded to know.

"You don't understand..." Trowa paused. "He's...he's going to die because of me. I can't jeopardize his life."

"But you're willing to break his heart? Let him cry himself to sleep at night? You know how bad it feels to be abandoned by the one you love?!?"

Trowa didn't even bother answering all those questions. He just closed the suitcase and walked out the door.

//Well, so much for a happy ending.//Duo thought to himself.

At about ten minutes after Trowa's departure from the Winner Mansion, Quatre came home. He look extremely tired but he seemed a lot happier than this morning. Maybe he's just anxious to meet with Trowa. He went into the kitchen where he predicted Duo would be and as always, he's right.

"Gomen Duo, I didn't make you your double dose of lunch," the Arabian boy said.

"It's ok Q," Duo responded trying to avoid eye contact with Quatre.

"Oh no!" the blonde boy mumbled. "I'm going to be late for our dat...our meeting."

"Ya don't have to go."

"Why? You forgot to tell him?"

"...Trowa's not there."

"What do you mean? He's still in the house? I'll go look for him then."

"No...what I meant is..."

"What's wrong Duo?" Quatre asked with concern. "Did anything happen to him?"

"It's nothing like that..." Duo trailed off. "He...he's gone."

"Gone?..."

"Yeah, he packed his stuff and left," the braided boy said softly.

"He...left?" the blonde boy whispered to himself in confusion.

"I'm sorry Quatre," Duo tried to comfort the Sandrock pilot. "He left for the train station about ten minutes ago. I know I shoulda stopped him but he...he had his reasons."

Suddenly the Arabian boy ran out of the kitchen. The Deathscythe pilot figured that he probably just went up to his room or something but when he heard the front door opening, he too dashed out the kitchen to see what's going on. When he got there, the entrance was all wet from the raindrops that came through the opened door. In a distance, he can see Quatre racing into the darkness.

"Quatre! Where are you going?!?" Duo shouted out as he chased after the blonde boy.

//I can make it. I know I can.//Quatre repeated to himself as he struggled to breathe. His legs were tired from the constant motion he's been in for the last 10 minutes. His lungs burned as they longed for oxygen. But at this time, he didn't care. He wanted to catch up to Trowa before he leaves him forever.

Everything was so dark in the stormy night. Trees were whipping each other against the wind. Everything in front of Quatre seemed so blurry. His body felt so heavy as his clothes absorbed some of the water from the sky. He was racing against time...he was tired but he knew he couldn't stop. Just then, he slipped on the icy path and his body was slammed against the cold, wet ground. //Get up!//He told himself. He tried to use his arms to support himself but his elbows wouldn't hold. They were trembling as he felt weak. Once again, he fell back to the ground against his stomache. His eyes are now filled with unshed tears. //Come on...I can do this.//He told himself yet again. And as he did last time, he tried to get up using the support of his arms. With his strong determination, he was able to get himself back on his feet this time.

Not far behind him, he can hear Duo's voice calling out for him. He didn't want to ignore his friend but he knew that he doesn't have much time left. And so he raced with all his heart while trying to ignore the pain his legs felt. //Trowa...where are you?//He thought. All of a sudden, a few metres ahead of him, he saw a figure walking slowly away from him. Immediately, he recognized it was the unibanged pilot.

"Trowa..." Quatre called out as he tried to catch his breath.

The HeavyArms pilot paused on the road for a few seconds. Then against his will, he continued walking.

"Trowa...please don't leave," the blonde boy said.

"Go home Quatre," Trowa told him. "This is for the best."

"But I don't want you to go..." Quatre's voice quivered as he began sobbing.

//I don't want to go too...//Trowa thought to himself.

"Please stay with me...I...I lov..."

Afraid of hearing those words, Trowa interrupted him.

"I don't want to stay here anymore," he responded. "I am a wanderer Quatre, I have no home, nowhere to stay."

"Then I'll come with you."

"You can't. Your place is here."

"My place is with you Trowa...I love you."

The unibanged pilot stopped once again. He turned around and looked Quatre straight in the eye. He was eager to tell him how much he loves him too but instead...

"I don't love you," Trowa lied.

Quatre hesitated for a moment upon hearing that.

"...But..but what about this morning when we...," the Sandrock pilot continued.

"I....I thought you were someone else," Trowa lied again as he looked away.

"Someone else?" Quatre asked as he wiped the tears in his eyes. "You...you don't mean that!" He shouted out as he reached for Trowa's arm.

"I meant every word I told you. Now let me go Quatre," Trowa demanded in a cold voice.

The Arabian boy refused to free Trowa's hand from his own. He just stood there holding on to the arm of the taller boy. "But I love you..." He said very softly hoping that Trowa would respond differently this time.

"I don't want to repeat myself but I don't love you! I never have and I never will!" Trowa raised his voice and pulled his arm from Quatre's grasp.

It was the first time that he had ever yelled at Quatre. He didn't want to but in his mind, he felt as if he needed to do so. Slowly, Quatre looked up at the taller boy with no expression in his eyes. It seemed as if his eyes were so dull...unlike how it usually was. He then lowered his head once again and turned away. At first he was walking but soon afterwards he ran...he ran away from Trowa.

"I'm sorry Quatre," Trowa said quietly as he stood in the rain watching his love moving further away from him.

Not long afterwards, Duo finally caught. He knew immediately what happened when he stared into the direction in which Trowa faced. He then took a deep breath and prepared himself for another chase.

"Let him be..." Trowa said as he turned around and continued his journey.