(fic) Come Back to Me - Gundam Wing
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katikatCome Back to Me
Songfic, Depression, POV ~ 3+4 ~ Trowa left Quatre. Will he ever come back?
Disclaimer: The song "Come Back To Me" belongs to Kelly Family and is sung by Kathy Kelly.
:::Long time, some time ago
:::You broke my heart
:::And you broke my soul
You left me. Just like that. Not a word did you leave behind. Once you promised you would always stay with me. But you didn´t keep your promise. Why? Was I not enough for you? I feel so alone and incomplete without you by my side. Maybe I´m really weak. I know that people think that. I always tried to convince them that they were wrong. Was I lying to them?
:::You keep on going on and on
:::And I was hoping,
:::That you'll come back
I sigh and sit down on the windowsill. I lay my head against the cool panes of the window and close my eyes.
Another day went by and you didn´t return. Day after day, week after week, I sit here and watch the road leading to my house ´till my eyes start to burn and I hope. But with each day the sparkle of hope grows weaker and weaker and I fear that the day will come when it disappears and I will grow cold inside. So cold.
:::Won't you come back to me
:::Come back to me my love
:::Come back to me, come back to me my love
:::Won't you come back to me
:::Come back to me, come back to me my love
Friends fear for me. They call every day. Even Wufei stopped by a couple of times to rant about nothing. All of them tried to pull me out of the shell I hid in when you disappeared... Did you know that I had to take "vacation" at work? Iria gave it such a nice name, didn´t she? Vacation... But I know what it means. I´m fired. Noone needs a lovesick CEO. How did she put it? Oh, yeah. It "wasn´t good for the business". Maybe she is right. But still... I never expected her to be so cold.
:::You kept on hoping
:::For the day to come
:::When you and I
:::Would be like one
I had so many plans for us. I wanted to ask you to move in with me after the war ended. I wanted to surprise you that day you... I swallow. Even after so many weeks it still hurts to just remember the morning when I woke up and reached out to touch your body that I knew would lay right next to mine. But the only thing I touched were cold sheets. Would you believe that I had been convinced that you just... stepped out? That you went to
buy the paper or take a walk or... I believed it the whole day. When the night proved me wrong I went through all the hospitals there are on L4. I even visited the morgues... I shudder. The smell, the cold... One would believe that after all the months of fighting a war, I would get used to it. But you know that I hate death...
:::It never happened
:::Why should I lie
:::Always hoping that you'll come back
It hit me really hard when Heero came and told me that one "Trowa Barton" left L4 on a shuttle at 7 am the day you vanished. I didn´t want to believe it even when I saw it with my own eyes. You wouldn´t do that to me. You wouldn´t disappear without saying a word. Without any explanation. You wouldn´t, would you? Would you?
:::Won't you come back ...
I squeeze my eyes tightly, but still one small tear manages to escape. You left me and it still hurts so much. I would at least want to know why. Did I do something wrong? Did I push too hard? Did I do something to force you away? Please tell me that I didn´t. Because if it´s true and all that happened is my fault... I wouldn´t be able to live with myself. To lose the best thing in my life because of my stupidity... I wouldn´t be able to take it.
:::And he will come
:::And fill my heart
You always hated it when I cried. And I hate it too. Boys don´t cry, right? But it doesn´t help to quiet the sobs that force their way out of me. Boys don´t cry... But what would the boys do when there was nothing left for them? I fear that I will go insane from the grief I feel. It squeezes my chest and makes it really difficult to breath. Trowa, please! Come back to me!
:::With the love
:::That I want
I hear the door to my room open and close. Why can´t they just leave me alone? Nothing they do or say will make it right. Only one person has the power to bring the light back into my world.
"Go away..." I whisper, my voice rough from crying.
The steps are muffled by the thick carpet, but I still can hear the unwelcomed guest come closer. He stops next to me but I don´t lift my head. I feel tired. So tired...
"Go away, please..."
There is a hand on my shoulder and I stiffen. Who...
"Quatre?"
The quiet voice quickens my heart and I turn around quickly to see if it is true or if I finally snapped.
I can´t see him properly. My eyes are swimming with tears and the room is rather dim but...
"... Trowa...?"
Please please please... tell me it´s you...
"I´m home, blue eyes," he whispers with a small smile.
I throw myself into his arms and I feel him squeez me tightly, press me to his chest and I cry like I´ve never cried before...
"I´m sorry. So sorry. So sorry," he repeats over and over again, but it doesn´t matter to me. I feel the warmth of his body, the puff of air leaving his lungs, the heart that beats with life and nothing else matters at this moment.
I´m happy because you see... he came back to me...
:::Long time ...
The End
Songfic, Depression, POV ~ 3+4 ~ Trowa left Quatre. Will he ever come back?
Disclaimer: The song "Come Back To Me" belongs to Kelly Family and is sung by Kathy Kelly.
:::Long time, some time ago
:::You broke my heart
:::And you broke my soul
You left me. Just like that. Not a word did you leave behind. Once you promised you would always stay with me. But you didn´t keep your promise. Why? Was I not enough for you? I feel so alone and incomplete without you by my side. Maybe I´m really weak. I know that people think that. I always tried to convince them that they were wrong. Was I lying to them?
:::You keep on going on and on
:::And I was hoping,
:::That you'll come back
I sigh and sit down on the windowsill. I lay my head against the cool panes of the window and close my eyes.
Another day went by and you didn´t return. Day after day, week after week, I sit here and watch the road leading to my house ´till my eyes start to burn and I hope. But with each day the sparkle of hope grows weaker and weaker and I fear that the day will come when it disappears and I will grow cold inside. So cold.
:::Won't you come back to me
:::Come back to me my love
:::Come back to me, come back to me my love
:::Won't you come back to me
:::Come back to me, come back to me my love
Friends fear for me. They call every day. Even Wufei stopped by a couple of times to rant about nothing. All of them tried to pull me out of the shell I hid in when you disappeared... Did you know that I had to take "vacation" at work? Iria gave it such a nice name, didn´t she? Vacation... But I know what it means. I´m fired. Noone needs a lovesick CEO. How did she put it? Oh, yeah. It "wasn´t good for the business". Maybe she is right. But still... I never expected her to be so cold.
:::You kept on hoping
:::For the day to come
:::When you and I
:::Would be like one
I had so many plans for us. I wanted to ask you to move in with me after the war ended. I wanted to surprise you that day you... I swallow. Even after so many weeks it still hurts to just remember the morning when I woke up and reached out to touch your body that I knew would lay right next to mine. But the only thing I touched were cold sheets. Would you believe that I had been convinced that you just... stepped out? That you went to
buy the paper or take a walk or... I believed it the whole day. When the night proved me wrong I went through all the hospitals there are on L4. I even visited the morgues... I shudder. The smell, the cold... One would believe that after all the months of fighting a war, I would get used to it. But you know that I hate death...
:::It never happened
:::Why should I lie
:::Always hoping that you'll come back
It hit me really hard when Heero came and told me that one "Trowa Barton" left L4 on a shuttle at 7 am the day you vanished. I didn´t want to believe it even when I saw it with my own eyes. You wouldn´t do that to me. You wouldn´t disappear without saying a word. Without any explanation. You wouldn´t, would you? Would you?
:::Won't you come back ...
I squeeze my eyes tightly, but still one small tear manages to escape. You left me and it still hurts so much. I would at least want to know why. Did I do something wrong? Did I push too hard? Did I do something to force you away? Please tell me that I didn´t. Because if it´s true and all that happened is my fault... I wouldn´t be able to live with myself. To lose the best thing in my life because of my stupidity... I wouldn´t be able to take it.
:::And he will come
:::And fill my heart
You always hated it when I cried. And I hate it too. Boys don´t cry, right? But it doesn´t help to quiet the sobs that force their way out of me. Boys don´t cry... But what would the boys do when there was nothing left for them? I fear that I will go insane from the grief I feel. It squeezes my chest and makes it really difficult to breath. Trowa, please! Come back to me!
:::With the love
:::That I want
I hear the door to my room open and close. Why can´t they just leave me alone? Nothing they do or say will make it right. Only one person has the power to bring the light back into my world.
"Go away..." I whisper, my voice rough from crying.
The steps are muffled by the thick carpet, but I still can hear the unwelcomed guest come closer. He stops next to me but I don´t lift my head. I feel tired. So tired...
"Go away, please..."
There is a hand on my shoulder and I stiffen. Who...
"Quatre?"
The quiet voice quickens my heart and I turn around quickly to see if it is true or if I finally snapped.
I can´t see him properly. My eyes are swimming with tears and the room is rather dim but...
"... Trowa...?"
Please please please... tell me it´s you...
"I´m home, blue eyes," he whispers with a small smile.
I throw myself into his arms and I feel him squeez me tightly, press me to his chest and I cry like I´ve never cried before...
"I´m sorry. So sorry. So sorry," he repeats over and over again, but it doesn´t matter to me. I feel the warmth of his body, the puff of air leaving his lungs, the heart that beats with life and nothing else matters at this moment.
I´m happy because you see... he came back to me...
:::Long time ...
The End
