Broken Drum.
Gabby: This is a bit depressing, so if your in a good mood don't read it. But if your into angst or have had a suckish day, feel free. Now because of the way it's written, you could either see it as an incest or just Goku, Goten, father, son love. You pick.
Your sad.
I know.
I'm leaving you.
And everyone else.
I have to.
I have no choice.
You cry, and grab onto my waist.
Hugging me, trying to keep me from going.
We're alone.
No one else bothered to come.
Everyone is used to it anyway.
Me leaving.
Coming back.
Leaving again.
But I must go.
I can't stay much longer.
I tell you.
You cry harder.
You ask me why I have to.
If I tell you, you won't like the answer.
But you insist, and stare at me.
Unblinking.
Your eyes.
So like mine at your age.
They pull the answer from me.
The answer:
I don't know, but I have to.
You whimper, and cry again.
Your face looked so hopeful for that one second.
What?
Did you expect a good answer?
Good.
Bad.
I have to leave anyway.
The moon makes your tears brighter.
And if possible, I feel worse.
Do you think I want to leave you!
Leave you and everyone else behind?
No.
'Why?' You ask me.
Because I love you.
You knew.
You always knew.
We both did.
So that answer is pretty useless.
But it seems to help.
And your cries become softer.
We're by the lake.
The lake you love so much.
I remember finding you here.
After Trunks broke your heart.
You went swimming.
Said it helped you relax.
Do you remember?
I said I loved you.
I meant it.
You said it back.
You meant it.
We'd come here every night.
Sometimes just to talk.
No matter what the subject, I always made you laugh somehow.
You used to be happy at this lake.
But now you cry here.
Why?
Because of me.
(And when I say,
fare thee well,
my only friend.
Oh how the days go.
Your setting sun.
Your Broken Drum.
Your little drugs.
I'll never forget.
You.)