A/N: This is my first song fic, be kind and PLEASE review.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the song "My December" Linkin Park has the honour of owning that and as much as I wish I owned Gundam Wing, I do not! Me no own, you no sue!

MY DECEMBER

By Flaming Venom

This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear
This is my December
This is my snow covered home
This is my December
This is me alone

Trowa stared out the window at the soft, white snowflakes that floated down past the thin glass of a safe house in the middle of the French countryside. He’d been here for a month now, alone, waiting until he was needed by his comrades again.

And I just wish that I didn't feel
Like there was something I missed
And I take back all the things I said
To make you feel like that
And I just wish that I didn't feel
Like there was something I missed
And I take back all the
Things I said to you

Watching the snow made him think of his childhood and a girl he’d known, Midii Une. He remembered her face perfectly. Her long blonde hair and deep blue eyes haunted him. The words he’d said to her almost six years ago played through his brain. The two words that had cost him the only true friend he’s had; Goodbye Midii.

And I give it all away
Just to have somewhere
To go to
Give it all away
To have someone
To come home to

**Flashback**

"Wait... wait, Nanashi!" Midii’s words echoed through his brain.
"That's not me. I have a name. I am..." Nanashi murmured, staring up at the sky, "...a traveller who's looking for a home to return to."

**End Flashback**

This is my December
These are my snow covered dreams
This is me pretending
This is all I need

Snow, it was a blanket, hiding what was truly there, like the mask Trowa wore to hide his fear when he performed with the circus, like the blank, emotionless mask he wore to hide what he truly felt.

And I just wish that I didn't feel
Like there was something I missed
And I take back all the things I said
To make you feel like that
And I just wish that I didn't feel
Like there was something I missed
And I take back all the
Things I said to you

Regret. It was an odd emotion. Feeling guilty for something that had already happened was pointless in Trowa’s opinion. You couldn’t change what had happened. But why was regret eating away at him?

And I give it all away
Just to have
Somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone
To come home to

Trowa would have gladly given up the feelings of regret. The regret of the words he said to Midii, regret for killing the people he’d killed, even if it was a war. He would gladly give it up.

This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear

Trowa sighed and stood abruptly, shutting the curtains to keep in the warmth. Yet behind the deep red curtains and the glass, the snow continued to fall.

And I give it all away
Just to have somewhere
To go to
Give it all away
To have someone
To come home to

And the snow will always fall, and the pain will always come, despite the number of masks it is hidden behind.