I had almost made it. Almost made it out the door. And then I wouldn't have to stay here and hurt him anymore. But his words stopped me.

Quatre told me he loved me.

My mind was spinning. There was no way. Quatre couldn't love me because... Because what? I asked myself.

Because.. because I-I don't deserve him.

But he loved me.

Quatre Raberba Winner was in love with me, the Nameless One, the one who meant nothing to the world.

I learned a long time ago that life owed me nothing, that everything I wanted, I had to earn for myself. So, what had I done to deserve Quatre's love?

Nothing.

So I had to leave.

My hand lingered on the door for a long moment, hoping he wouldn't notice my hesitation. "But you are someone, Trowa. And I do love you." his voice called from behind me. No, this was not happening. It was too perfect. But that's what Quatre was, in my eyes. I turned around to face him. He was standing up now, his blue eyes shimmering. I couldn't take it anymore.

In one swift motion, I pulled him to me and kissed him. I felt Quatre responding, wrapping his arms around my waist. Our eyes met, his soft blue eyes holding all the secrets to his existence. I leaned forward and kissed him again. Our kiss was deeper this time, more passionate. Just then, a pair of feet came padding into the kitchen.

"Ohayo, you two," Duo said sleepily, rubbing his head. I broke the kiss. He walked over to the fridge, pulled out the carton of milk, and took a big chug. Then he turned to look at us and blinked a few times in surprise. "Oh hope I wasn't interrupting anything," Duo said sheepishly.

I realized I was still holding Quatre in my arms, and released him immediately.

"No problem," I said, without so much as a second glance towards Quatre. "I was just leaving." And without another word, I turned and practically ran out the door.