Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ My Last Breath ❯ My Last Breath ( Prologue )

Title: Last Breath

Author: DamnVespa

Pairings: 3x4

Category: Songfic

Warnings: Warning! Warning! Death Ahead! Warning! Warning!

Notes: This would be my first 3x4 centered fic…*nervous look* I hope it isn't too bad.

Disclaimer: I don't own Quatre nor Trowa…nor Gundam Wing…*sighs* and I don't own "My Last Breath" by Evanescence.

[Hold on to me love
you know I can't stay long]

"Trowa…come on love…stay with me. Only a few more minutes and the paramedics will be here." Quatre sobbed while putting pressure on Trowa's wound.

It was a gunshot wound to the chest, near the heart. Duo and Heero already got the culprit but not before he got the shot off. Quatre looked around with tear filled eyes. There was a circle around him, watching him and Trowa. He wished they would all just go away. He didn't want people gawking at his Trowa, lying on the floor, bleeding. He looked back down at Trowa and tears spilled from his eyes and landed on Trowa's shirt.

[All I wanted to say was I love you and I'm not afraid]

Trowa opened his eyes and saw the blurry form of Quatre above him. He raised his hand and rested it lightly against Quatre's cheek. He opened his mouth to speak when two fingers pressed against his mouth.

"Don't…stay still and conserve your energy. The paramedics are almost here and you'll be fine."

Trowa croaked out, "I love you."

[Can you hear me?
Can you feel me in your arms?]

Quatre sternly looked at Trowa, "Don't you start saying your goodbyes. You'll be fine once the paramedics get here. Just hold on."

[Holding my last breath
safe inside myself
are all my thoughts of you
sweet raptured light it ends here tonight]

Trowa shook his head and then closed his eyes. Flashes of a smiling happy Quatre raced through his mind.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Flashback*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

[I'll miss the winter
a world of fragile things]

The snow was fresh and new on the ground. Trowa stood just inside the door and looked out at the winter wonderland. He felt warm arms wrap around his middle and he put his arms over them.

"What are you looking at love?"

"The snow."

"It's beautiful."

"Yes, it is."

Quatre pulled his arms away and stood at Trowa's side. He looked at Trowa quizzically, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Let's go."

"Go? Go where?"

"Out there. Come on."

Quatre laughed and followed Trowa out of the room.

[Look for me in the white forest
hiding in a hollow tree (come find me)]

Trowa and Quatre were walking through a small forest that was on the estate. White snow covered everything. They continued to walk through the snow quietly.

"When I die, I want to come here."

Quatre blinked and looked at Trowa, "What?"

"When I die, I want to come here."

Quatre didn't know what to make of the statement. All he could say was, "Okay."

Trowa smiled and they continued walking.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Flashback End*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

[I know you hear me
I can taste it in your tears]

"Quatre, don't cry. Find me, you know where I'll be."

"What? Trowa, don't speak like that. You'll be fine. Just hold on and rest. They should be here soon."

"Find me…where we…walked in…the snow."

Quatre leaned down and kissed Trowa hard. Tears fell from Quatre's eyes but neither cared. When Quatre pulled away he said, "You're not leaving yet. I refuse to let you go."

[Holding my last breath
safe inside myself
are all my thoughts of you
sweet raptured light it ends here tonight]

Trowa closed his eyes and remembered more sweet memories. Memories of his friends, his sister, the wars. Everything that happened in his life was put on display in his head. He felt miserable for leaving Quatre behind but he felt he led a fulfilled life. He would die happy.

[Closing your eyes to disappear
you pray your dreams will leave you here
but still you wake and know the truth
no one's there]

Quatre closed his eyes and prayed. He prayed to Allah that this was all a dream. That when he woke up, he would be snuggled against Trowa in their bed. He prayed hard that Trowa would not die on this day. He opened his eyes but it wasn't a dream. Trowa was still on the ground and the pool of blood was getting bigger.

[Say goodnight
don't be afraid]

Trowa reached up and grabbed one of Quatre's hand and brought it towards his mouth. He gave it a small kiss then hazily looked up at Quatre. He smiled and mouthed, `I love you'. Then his eyes closed and his hand went limp.

[Calling me calling me as you fade to black]

"Trowa…Trowa…TROWA!"

The End