Trowa is the most interesting, intriguing person I've ever come across in my life. His eyes hide so much of who he is. But sometimes, when we are both silent, I feel like I can hear his soul crying out to me.

Trowa does not think highly of himself. I can tell. I watch him, observe him, and I see things about him that I don't think he knows. I just wish that I could change the way he looks upon himself.

Can't he realize what a beautiful person he is? On the inside, as well as the out? I want him to see himself the way I see him. As a person, an individual, someone worth caring about.

I can feel his turmoil. He is like me in more ways than he knows. And now he's just going to leave? Just like that?

I can't let him. I won't let him. I will not allow my Trowa to walk out the front door. He doesn't intend on returning. I know it. But why? What caused this? Quick, Quatre, think. Think! Say something, anything! Don't let him walk away!

"I love you," I blurt out, and then, realizing what I've said, cover my mouth and lower my eyes. I hear him turn around to face me, but I can't… I won't look him in the eyes.

"What did you say?" he asked. There is no emotion in his voice. I wish there was. At least that way I could tell if he was disgusted, or horrified, or no, there was no possible way he could be elated by my words.

"Quatre, what did you say?" He walks closer to me. I can feel his presence, standing above me. Too close. His hand reaches under my chin, forcing me to look up into his emerald green eyes. What is the emotion I see there? Is it could it be?

No, it wasn't. It couldn't be caring, could it? His eyes soften a little as he looks upon my face. My tongue fumbles, trying to think of some excuse for my words. Did I really just say that out loud? Yes, I did, and now I have to face the consequences. He'll hate me for sure. And if not...

"Nothing," I stammered. "I didn't say anything." He cocks his head to the side slightly.

"Yes you did," Trowa whispered, his voice soft. "You shouldn't love me, Quatre. I I am no one." He removes his hand from my chin and turns toward the door.

Now what? I have to do something. There's no way I'm going to let him walk out the door.