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Part XVII Catherine woke up, not sure what had brought her out of sleep. Rubbing her eyes, she looked around the moonlit trailer. She froze when she saw a person in the shadows.
“Trowa,” she said softly, sitting up. He looked at her, studying for several moments before turning his eyes back to the moon. He know it was a mistake to come here. Yet, he would felt like a coward if he just disappeared. After all she had done for him, it was the least he could for her, to say goodbye. Frowning, he thought about the letter that laid in his pocket. Trowa had planned to leave it, letting it explain for him why he had to go. But now that she was awake, he knew he would have to tell her himself. With a silent sigh, Catherine watched the subtle changes in his face. It had taken her a long time to learn those signs, to learn how his mind worked. With a sinking heart, she knew the reason for his visit. “You’re leaving.” “Yes,” he said, still watching the moon. “Why?” He finally looked at her, his expression steady. “I’m needed, Catherine.” “You’re needed here, too, Trowa,” she countered. “I’ll come back,” he stated. “It’s too dangerous for me to stay here now.” “Why? Why is it too dangerous?” He sighed. “Cathy, I have to go.” “Trowa,” she protested, “surely they can do this without you. Why does it always have to be you?” He shook his head. “It’s not always me, Cathy. I promise to come back, but I have to go.” With an air of defeat, she nodded. “Be careful.” “I always am,” he stated, with a rare half-smile. She gave him a watery smile in return. Without further ado, he turned and exited the trailer. She listened to his footsteps faded into the darkness. When silence resumed, she pulled the covers back over her. Yet, the blankets did not drive out the coldness that had settled over her. |
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