Quatre was holding Trowa in his arms. He asked, "are you feeling better now?"

"Yes." Trowa touched Quatre's face and he flinched. "I'm sorry I hurt you."

"Don't worry about it I've had worse."

Trowa didn't like hearing that. Quatre was reverting to his role of taking care of everyone else but himself. That was not a good sign.

"Quatre I love you. I'm glad I was finally able to say it."

"Me too. I have wanted to tell you for a long time."

"Why didn't you?" he paused and added. "Nevermind I forgot who I was talking to."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Quatre you are always there for everyone. But when it comes times for your pain you ignore it and keep it inside."

"Well it's not like you rushed to tell me."

"It's not about that. We can't be together until you're well."

"I'M NOT SICK. I'M NEVER GOING BACK TO THAT INSTITUTION." he yelled.

"Institution? what are you talking about?"

Quatre was backing away. Fear was in his eyes he was terrified. "Please no."

"Quatre what did he do to you?" he asked . Quatre ran out of the trailer in a panic. Trowa tried to find him. There wasn't a trace. They finally told eachother how they felt. Was it all lost? The only way Quatre was going to get better is if he let out what happened . The pain he carried was threatening to destroy him.

Quatre started to feel sick inside. He finally ended up in an alley as it began to pour down rain. He held himself . Finally he sank to the ground. He was freezing but didn't want to go back to Trowa. How could after storming out that way.

Two weeks later. Trowa was still searching for Quatre everyday after work. He figured since he didn't have any money that he must still be in the city. He decided to check the park where he found him before. He saw Quatre sitting on the bench as he did before.

Quatre looked up and saw Trowa. He began to back away. He turned to leave when Trowa said, "Please don't go. I'm sorry I hit you. I'm not like him." Quatre stopped immediately not wanting Trowa to think that.

Quatre went a few steps closer and said, "I never thought. Don't ever think that Trowa."

Trowa looked at him and he looked bad again. He must have stopped taking care of himself again. He began to shake with the fear that Quatre would hurt himself again. He fell to the ground. Quatre was by his side in seconds.

Trowa passed out in his arms. Quatre picked him up and carried him to his trailer. He covered him up and sat next to him. He watched over him all night. Until he finally fell asleep. When Trowa awoke he didn't understand how he got there. Then he looked over and saw Quatre asleep in the chair.

Quatre awoke to find Trowa siting up staring at him. Quatre tried to lighten the situation. "You know I think that park is cursed. Everytime I go there one of us pass out." he smiled. Trowa looked scared and Quatre didn't understand why so he asked, "what is frightening you so much Trowa?"

"You." Quatre thinks maybe that is his cue to leave. So he begins to leave but first says. "I don't ever want you to be afraid of me. Maybe I'll see you around. By Trowa." as he leaves Trowa grabs his arm. "You promised." he whispered and continued. "You promised you wouldn't kill yourself."

"I haven't." he answered.
"Yet. Look at you Quatre you are slowly dying."

Trowa pulled Quatre into an embrace. He held him tightly . Quatre slowly put his arms around Trowa and returned the embrace. All of their emotion seemed to be going to that one hug when finally Quatre let go. He started to cry for the first time in a long time. "It's all right Quatre let go. Let it all out."

Trowa held him for what felt like forever. They needed eachother. Would Trowa's love be enough to get Quatre through?

They broke apart and Quatre began. "About fourteen months ago. My father suspected I had feelings for another boy. He said it was unnatural and sent me to this place. They were suppose to cure me of my sickness as he liked to call it. This place was far worse than any oz prison. They used electro shock treatment. Other tortures as well. They beat you if you didn't progress in your therapy so I faked it. I just couldn't take that room anymore. It was so small I didn't want to be whipped anymore. My wounds were so fresh and the pain."

Trowa held him as he spoke. Not knowing what else to do. Quatre continued. "when I got out. About a year later. I came home to my father and he continued to beat me. One day he heard me tell Rashid that I was in love with you. I told him I was afraid my father would kill me before I got to see you one last time. That's when he threw me out."

To be continued

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