'I never wanted things to be this way,'
She didn't, yet she really couldn't change what she had done, or why she
had done them.
Why had she done them anyways? "I just want to be
happy," Pan said to herself. It all started just over a year ago, things were
fine. She was happy, and so was he.
"The perfect couple!" Bra had said, in her usual
tone, and they both smiled, thinking she was right. She felt something for him,
and she smiled, he felt something for her, he smiled, but masks of glass are
always sure to break.
He was lonely, wanting something to care for him,
and someone to protect, but he never felt love, just an
infatuation.
"Why don't we care for each other anymore?" They
were at dinner, using her chopsticks to intently move the food across
her plate. The humming incandescent lights above proved to display a romantic atmosphere that neither of them
had wanted, yet it was there.
And they were surrounded, closed in by the soft
classical music, the candles, the perfume, and none of it enticed her into
really seeing him. He placed his utensils down and frowned, those same eyes
that once would make her do anything, kiss him, skip a day of work, go to bed
with him. But they weren't the same, none of it was the same! She wanted it
back! Back to the way it was, when she didn't have to think of what she could be
doing so she wouldn't have to go to him.
A hair cut? Training? Overtime at work?
Anything?
His expression told her he was tired, she wanted no
part of this man, this handsome, rich, kind, loving, perfect man, and she didn't
know why. "I never want--" he interrupted her with a commanding
voice.
"I don't think I need to hear that, just tell
me why." He continued on eating his food.
The music did nothing but agitate her and she
twirled the small circle of gold on her ring finger around, frowning at
this man.
"Because..." Pan couldn't answer him, Trunks, she
had fallen apart in his gaze far too many times for her own good and this would
not be not be another, in front of so many, the arguments, the pain, the
torment. What people didn't know about them, what people thought happened behind
their door.
The bill came and like always, he reached for his
leather wallet in his back pocket. Sighing, she fidgeted in her seat and finally
got up to leave, not waiting for him she began to walk home but he soon caught
up.
No words were exchanged until they got
home.
"Pan, why wont you talk to me?"
"Trunks please I don't want to talk
about--"
"Then when do you want to talk about it?"
His expression grew to one of anger. "Why is it that when I want to talk,
there's always work, or a meeting or something? Why are you running from me?"
His voice once again changed to one of desperation. "Why do we have to fall
apart?"
It was happening and she almost did it that second,
she almost did it. "Please don't...Don't be what I've feared."
"What's that? Of being let down? Of me not loving
you?! I do love you!" He moved towards me and forced his lips on to hers but she
quickly forced him away in disdain.
'I once would have loved that, I would have
killed for that, but when I have it...It means nothing?'
"Pan, we've wanted each other for so long haven't
we, so why can't we be together?"
"Fuck, Trunks don't be so simplistic! It's not that
easy! Nothing is!" She cried out and took a few paces forward into the kitchen
that had no door. He followed her.
"Why not?! Don't you want to be happy? Why is it
that you make a career out of being unhappy?!" He yelled, there was a fire in
his eyes that she had not seen for some time.
She finally did it, she hit him, a slap across the
face leaving the imprint of her hand across his face. "Trunks, it's over, please
just leave it. I don't want it to be this way but I can't love you anymore!"
With tears rolling gently down her face, she slowly walked out of the room and
out the door, and the last thing he heard was the soft click of the doorknob
when it closed.
He felt his face, there was damage, except he
noticed the hit was flat. No small line, no line where the ring would be, for it
was lying on the soft green tiles, of the kitchen floor.
The End
Authors Notes: Well I finally did it! I decided to
take "The 30 Minute Fic," challenge and I did it! This took me only 17 minutes
and 43 seconds.
I'd just like to thank Evangelion for the title and
the movie The Deep End Of The Ocean for one of the lines.
