Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Can't Move On ❯ One-Shot

A breeze floated past the boy, chilling his face and drying the tears that lay on his cheeks. He glanced down at the picture he held in his cupped hands. Two boys, one dark-haired and dark-eyed - himself. The other… The other was an angel, golden-haired and blue-eyed. They were laughing, wrapped in each other's arms.

Another tear escaped, and splashed onto the glass of the picture. A name tumbled past the boy's lips.

"Quatre…."

Here I go again I promised myself I wouldn't think of you today

It's been seven months and counting

You've moved on

I still feel exactly the same

It's just the that everywhere I go all the buildings know your name

Like photographs and memories of love

Steel and granite reminders

The city calls your name and I can't move on

Rashad moved down the rainy street, hands shoved deep into his pockets. His eyes were downcast; he didn't look up to see where he was or where he was going. But he knew. He moved unerringly on his path. He was going again.

The dark-haired young man had been going there for months, going and staring up at the house where his golden-haired angel lived. Lived with his new lover.

Rashad felt the tears stinging his eyes again, and he fought them down. He would not cry again. Dammit, he wouldn't give in this time.

Ever since you've been gone

The lights go out the same

The only difference is

You call another name

To your love

To your lover now

To your love

The lover after me

The Arab stopped and looked up at the house. Warm light shone from the windows, spilling onto the dark, rainy street. Two figures moved in front of the large picture window. Rashad knew them immediately -- Quatre, and his lover, the brown-haired pilot of Heavyarms, Trowa. Rashad felt his throat tighten as the tall Italian wrapped his arms around the smaller boy and kiss his forehead. Quatre laughed and tossed his golden locks.

Rashad swallowed hard. "You used to laugh like that for me, Quatre…" He wasn't even aware the words had passed his lips.

The pilot of Sandrock moved to the window to shut the drape, and happened to glance out. His sapphire gaze landed on a lone figure outside. It was hunched against the rain, and gazing up towards him. "Rashad?" Quatre whispered to himself.

Trowa looked up from where he was setting the table. "What was that, love?"

The blonde shook himself and quickly shut the curtain. "Nothing, Trowa."

Rashad lowered his gaze to the sidewalk once more. For one fleeting moment, he had thought Quatre was looking at him. But then the curtain had shut, and darkness fell across the man in the street.

He turned and slowly made his way back the way he came.

Here I go again

I promised myself I wouldn't think of you today

But I'm standing at your doorway

I'm calling out your name because I can't move on

A boy stood on the bridge, hands shoved deep in his pockets, hair whipping about his eyes. He stared down at the river, swollen by the storm. Was that rain or tears on his cheeks? He couldn't remember anymore.

He looked back in the direction of the house. His ritual, although he knew Quatre wouldn't come. Slowly he turned again, and began walking home.

Ever since you've been gone

The lights go out the same

The only difference is

You call another name

To your love

To your lover now

To your love

The lover after me