Heart of Glass

A/N: As much as I tried to stop the ideas from popping into my head, as much as I promised myself that I would spend more time with my boyfriend instead of writing this for you all on Microsoft Word, and as much as I wanted to focus on one fic at a time, here I am with a brand new T/P. Because I can always screw my boyfriend later, right? ;P Just kidding.

Chapter 1: Sweet Words Aren't Enough

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Pan Son checked her watch for what seemed like the millionth time that day. All day she had waited for this moment to arrive, and now that she was actually here, Trunks seemed to be taking an infinite amount of time to show up.

Not that she could actually believe she had made it. What was the word Trunks always used? Escaped.

Sitting here like this, in the expensive restaurant, wearing a designer evening gown and fashionable high heels- all of which was from him, of course-it seemed as if she really didn't have any problems at all. In fact, she almost forgot about them completely as she watched all the important people around her.

Taking out a small compact mirror from her purse, she double-checked her appearance. She was beautiful, she realized with a jolt. She forgot about that sometimes, too, because often it would be days before she actually looked at herself in a mirror. And they used to call me Pan the Tomboy. Ha. Pan the Tomboy was history.

Her smooth, creamy skin was without a single blemish. Her rosy cheeks and full figure was enough to turn heads more than once. But it was her eyes that attracted most people- they were intelligent, deep. Always seeking answers to questions. Always full of life.

He finally arrived.

Her Prince Charming, as she often thought of him. Her light of hope in this terrible mess.

He took her breath away every time she saw him. Tall, with intense blue eyes that she often found herself gazing into, completely lost. Our romance is different, she thought with a small sigh of happiness. It's not just a fairytale. It's the real thing.

"Hey, Panny." He smiled at her, a smile that turned her insides to mush. "It's so good to see you again."

She smiled back, but there was concern written all over her face. "I've missed you too, Trunks. " Then her tone became serious. "And that's exactly why I called you here." She took a deep breath. "Because there might not be a next time."

He understood immediately; he always did. "We're going to have to do something about it very soon," His expression was grim, but he placed his hand over hers reassuringly. "Don't worry. I'm here for you."

She looked up, and he noticed she had tears in her beautiful eyes. "It's getting worse every day, Trunks," she choked out with so much pain he felt sorry for her. "He's getting worse every day. Now he doesn't even let me go out anymore," she paused. "He threatens to kill me, Trunks."

"I'd kill him first," he said, frowning. "He's really crossing the line now, Pan. And that worries me," he looked at her right in the eye. "About your safety."

Pan shuddered. "It scares the hell out of me every time I have to back to that shithole. And what if he finds out about everything? That I sneak out every friggin' time he leaves, that I've met you, and we plan to run away together? Oh God, I don't even want to think about it."

"Soon, Pan," he spoke comfortingly. "Just give me a few more days. Then you'll never have to look at that asshole again. Please, Panny, I need some time."

She rolled her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm down. This was what he said every time. What the hell was he waiting for? To hear the news of her death? "Trunks, I haven't got time. And you know that."

He sighed. "Just be patient, Pan. I'm trying to do my best."

"Well, your best isn't good enough!" She realized other people were beginning to look in their direction and lowered her voice. "Anyway, I've got to run. It's almost seven, and he comes back at seven fifteen."

He clasped her hand tightly. "I'm sorry, Pan. I know it hurts you every time I say this, but try to understand, right now isn't good for me."

Her eyes softened somewhat, but she shook her head. "Promises.. dreams…hopes. That's all you've ever given me," she paused a moment. "But I need them to turn into reality, Trunks. And soon."

And with those words, she walked out of the restaurant, secretly hoping in her heart that he would come after her; stop her and tell her that he was ready to do anything for her.

But he never did.

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A/N: So far so good? Most of your questions will be answered in the next chapter, like who Pan's so afraid of. Any guesses? ;)