And in this time
Your Presence Still Lingers. I Miss You.
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of its contents. Wayyyyy too poor for that...
She cursed silently as the thorn pricked her skin. She watched in fascination as her blood fell and landed on a petal in the rose bed. The snow white rose seemed tainted by the crimson liquid. The red black colour was in stark contrast to the rose's enthralling beauty. Its innocence taken; destroyed.
She sighed and put her fingertip in her mouth. The warm metallic liquid tasted as bitter as she felt. She held the rose carefully in her other hand, cautious of the thorns. She continued her walk through the park. A harsh cold wind blew violently, nipping at her unprotected skin. She mentally cursed herself for not bringing along at least a sweater but she just wanted to leave so badly, she just wanted to get out. To see him...
She laughed cynically to herself, 'See him? It's too late for that now...' She hugged herself as she kept walking...
She found it funny how they designed the cemetery. In front, a quiet park filled with roses and benches and swings for the little children that came. A few trees away on a higher ground, a cold almost fully isolated place filled with deafening silence. A place crawling with life and excitement and at the same time, it had an ambiance laced with thick icy coldness where the lifeless bodies met its final closure. It was an oxymoron in itself.
She stopped in front of his grave. It was already adorned with a colourful array of flowers, standing out against all the other graves that looked abandoned. She smiled to herself, it's been a year since he died but no matter how many years passed, she doubt they'd ever forget him. She herself came there every week, every time she felt that she needed to clear her head.
She knelt down by the grave and placed the rose against the tombstone. Her fingers brushed against his name engraved in the stone. Another heartless wind blew causing wisps of her golden strands to tickle her face but she ignored it. If things were different...
How it happened, she still wasn't sure. Their families drifted apart with time, she could still remember the look of horror and disbelief on her father's face as he told her. She asked all possible questions but her only answers were his mother's sobs and mourn filled silence. She stopped asking altogether and tried to understand what was incomprehensible. How could it happen? Her fingers curled into fists as she felt the familiar sting in her eyes. 'Dammit! It wasn't supposed to be like this' she thought angrily. It was probably just naive optimism but she spent her whole life looking at him as invincible, she saw all of them like that. Sure some of them died, but none felt as heart achingly final as this.
The tears were flowing freely now. She felt so stupid, she hardly even knew him but the little she heard of him, and the few moments they actually spoke...She sighed to herself, 'No wonder all those girls were so giddy with him' His arrogant, childish blue eyes...the image of them were burned into her mind. One thing she knew she'd never forget about him.
She stood up and furiously wiped away her tears. Regret was the only thing she felt now, regret for not knowing him. She felt out of place crying for him. She didn't even know what he was to her. And she cursed herself for it, for not somehow trying harder to build that bond. God only knows how Goten must feel, they were like brothers...
She turned to leave then stopped and looked back, her eyes fixated on his engraved name, "Rest in Peace, Trunks."