Trowa was staring what was the wreckage from Sandrock. Tears streaming from hid face with the Loss of Quatre. Quatre Sacrifised himself to save the others. All they found what was left of his Gundam. Trowa wasn't one to show feelings and now he regretted it. He cared about Quatre so much and never got to tell him. His sweet angel was gone forever. "Hey Trowa. Are you going to the funeral?" asked Duo. "I don't think so." then he walked away. It had been two days since Quatre's death.

Trowa laid on his bed staring at the ceiling. He had an ache pulling at his heart. That just wouldn't go away. He desperatly wanted to see Quatre once again. That was now impossible. He hurt so much he began to fall into despair. Quatre was his best friend and now he knew it wasn't friendship he felt for him but love.

Trowa went back to where they kept their Gundams and stared at the Sandrock once again. He noticed Heero working on it and then Duo and Wufei joined. They needed something constructive to do after the loss of their friend. Though two of them probly would never admitt it.

Heero came over to Trowa and asked, "Are you all right?"
"I should have listened to you."
"What do you mean?"
"You said that I should act on my emotions and I didn't" Heero immediately knew what he meant. He could tell Trowa loved Quatre and vice versa. He didn't know if telling him Quatre loved him would make him feel worse or better. So he opted not to tell him. Quatre was a good friend to Heero he always put himself on the line for his friends. That meant a lot to Heero.

Trowa went to Quatre favorite place a flower field. He could feel him there in a sense. He loved him so much and it did not feel like he was dead. Finally Trowa broke down and began to cry. The tears burned his cheek. He began to rip the flowers from the ground he was so mad at Quatre. He died on him he left gone forever. He realized he hated himself for not protecting the one he loved most in this world. He hated that Quatre died without knowing how much he had meant to him. Trowa Yelled, "QUUUAAATTTREE. Don't leave me." and started crying again.

In a place not too far away. A boy walks down a road. A boy were ripped and torn clothes. He had burns and cuts all over his body. And was having a hard time keeping his balance. He was shivering from the rain that endlessly poured down. A trucked came by him and stopped. A woman stepped out to see if the boy was OK. She looked at him when he stopped but he said nothing. "Quatre?" asked a familuar voice it was Sally. He didn't seem to reconize her though. "My god Quatre what happened to you." She wrapped her coat around him and lead him to her truck. She was taking him to a hospital.

Quatre was in a daze he didn't speak or move on his own. Sally was worried. Sally picked up the phone with the intenion of calling Wufei. "Just hold on Quatre I'll call the others." But Quatre grabbed her hand as she was picking up the phone. "I understand. You're not ready to see them. It's allright I'll take you someplace safe where you can heal." Right now the others would do more damage then good. For now he needed to remain dead.