Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Gundam Wing Suicides ❯ Quatre's Note ( Chapter 4 )

Trowa looked all around the room, worry creasing his forehead. When he at last found Quatre in a heap on the floor, he felt something squeeze his heart. He rushed over to the blonde Arabian, fingers going immediately to search desperately for a pulse, a sign of life, anything. Instead they found a crumpled note clutched in Quatre's cold, dead hands. His eyes raced across the paper.

Sorry if I cause any pain, but I couldn't live with the knowledge of how much pain I had caused others, or with all the pain that's still in the world. I'm too sensitive to all the pain, as if I can feel every broken heart as my own and every shattered dream as my own hopes lost. I'm too tired to live with the pain, not just all the world's pain but the own pain that I've caused. I took so may lives, I sentence myself to death. My life has served it's purpose, my mission is complete.

I love you all,

Quatre Raberra Winner

Trowa brushed away the tear that tried to escape, and then closed Quatre's eyes. "I'm glad that at last the pain has ended, my friend."