Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ So Far Away ❯ So Far Away ( Prologue )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Gundam boyz, they belong to their respected creators, Hajime Yatate and Yoshiyuki Tomino. The lyrics are by Stabbing Westward and can be heard off their new CD. In short, don't sue. This story is dedicated to Erin who is Duo's No.1 fan.
Pairings: 3x4
Note: Implied slash and death.
So Far Away

Each night I feel the distance that has grown between us
Open up as lonely as the space between the stars
I wish that I could find a way
To smash my fist right through these walls
Of ugliness and emptiness
And gently touch your face
But every time that I touch you
You feel so far away
And every time that you need me
I feel so far away
I can smell it, the horrid stench of burnt flesh and gundanium alloy. The vision in front of me is grisly as I stumble through the rubble. Small fires caused by the explosion burn everywhere.
Then I hear him call my name. I stumble towards the sound of his voice; it's an angelic sound.
"Quatre." I stumble to my knees and crawl toward him.
"Trowa," he whimpers as I lift his legs out of the debris, "It hurts."
"I know angel," I breathe into his hair as I cradle him. "Try not to think about it."
As I cradle him in my arms I think about all the times I held him close in our room at night. I remember all the times he cried for the bloodshed of so many.
As you lie silently beside me choking back your tears
I wonder if you recognize
That silence that now defines us
Desperately I try to fight this overwhelming sense
That I may never find
The strength to change
How hopeless we've become
His breathing slows, "Trowa," he breathes through ragged breaths, "Ai shiteru."
I cling tighter to him, maybe if I don't let go he won't slip away from me.
And every time that I touch you
You feel so far away
And every time that you need me
I feel so far away
I feel his body go limp in my arms and his staggered breathing stops.
"Quatre," I begin as I trace the bruises on his face with slim fingers. "Ai shiteru Quatre."
I bury my face in the crook of his neck, breathing in the dying scent of an angel, my angel. I won't let the tears come. I won't let them stain my angel's face.
We need to find a way to break this silence
We need to find a way to break this silence
We need to find a way to break this silence that's between us
So I scream your name
"Quatre," I scream his name again and again till the air in my lungs goes out. Then the tears come and they stain my angel's face and I cry harder.
But every time that I touch you
You feel so far away
And every time you need me
I feel so far away
And every time that you reach out
You feel me pull away
And every time that I touch you, I touch you, I touch you
You feel so far away