Sequel to Word's Don't Come Easily.

I am reminiscing about how it felt to have a crush on someone, and how very different it is to actually be in love. I think I would like to continue this in short spurts, and see if Quatre and Trowa ever get back together.

Long Walk to Nowhere

I don't even know what to say anymore. Ever since that day in the café, he has not spoken to me, has not even made time to meet with me. Still, here I wait for him. The café is empty. It's late. So close to closing time, and dark, too.

I wish winter would come again, so that I could apologize. So that I could take back those words and tell him how I really feel. Crushes are so foolish. And yet, I had hoped he might have seen through that foolishness, might have realized I had grown up in this time.

Summer is coming. The weather is too warm for my taste, and soon I will be leaving the state. We will go to another city for our tour. And Quatre will be gone, too, I imagine. I think he said he had family in the Middle East. I am not sure.

I stir my drink. This time it is a chilled latte. I never drank these kinds before. Never wanted them—they were too sweet for me. But now I can't help it. I drink them because they remind me of him.

Still I wait.

Time is ticking away, and I can see Relena is waiting to close the café. Others are leaving. She has already vacuumed and washed and cleaned up. At last she comes over to me and sits, crossing one knee over the other. Just like he used to.

"Jesus, Trowa," she mutters, brushing her long hair from her face. "Get over him, will ya? I mean, I know it's hard, but you have to move on. I did, when Heero left, and I am better for it."

I glance up at her, wondering if she sees something I do not. "What?"

"You and Quatre," she replies. "I know you like him, but I think maybe it's time for you to move on. Find someone else."

I stir my drink, fixing my attention on it completely. Outside there are fireflies and moths around the lights.

"Look, I need to close. I need to go home and do homework."

"Fine," I reply, and I stand, taking my plastic-cupped drink with me. The door swings shut behind me, and I can't help but feel she is relieved to see me go. I toss my drink half-way down the street toward my apartment. Campus is not too far away. Maybe Quatre is studying there?

I shake my head and instead walk to my apartment. She's right. It does seem silly to hold on. The night draws in and I put my hands into the pockets of my pants. The walk feels too long.

Owari?