Dear Diary: Part 2
One month after Bra's birthday
Dear diary,
I am too late. I finally got up the courage to tell Goten how I feel about him. I finally got up the courage to tell him that I love him. To tell him that I always have and always will. I finally got up the nerve to tell him that I never really loved anyone but him. I got ready to make him mine. I had no doubt that I he would be mine. After all look at what he gave me for my birthday. A heart shaped pendent. The heart is the symbol of love in most nations. I have seen people from far and wide use the heart to express love and that was what he gave me on my birthday. It that is not a sign that he feels the same way about me as I do about him I don't know what is. But I was wrong.
I was more wrong than any creature has ever been in history. I am more wrong than those people who thought the earth was flat. I am more wrong than those brains in Washington who thought the atomic bomb was a good idea. For they did not have the answer right in front of them. I did. How could I over look they fact that more often than not Goten talked about his girl friend Paris when he was with me? Well maybe because he never spoke about her for more than a minute, and they were usually things like 'Yes, that's what Paris told me too.' I never took much notice of it because usually at those times I would be talking about some really girly thing like the latest fashion or something. But that is not the point. I should have seen this coming. I should have known that Goten was in love with her and not me. For no sooner did I land on Goten's front yard that he came running demanding my congratulations. He had proposed to Paris, she had accepted.
I wanted to burst into tears. But instead I congratulated him and stayed there long enough to hear all about how happy he was. How much he loved her. He had no idea how much he was paining me with his words. He could have and I am determine he never will. I thank think any more -Bra
Two months after Bra's birthday
Dear Diary,
I wish I had a more happier reason for not writing in you. But I don't. Goten is getting married and in the course of the next two weeks. I have been so busy helping my brother and him prepare for the happy occasion that is to rob me of my one true love that I have had no time. My brother offered to hold the wedding here at capsule corp. at the same time as his. Which means I have to help them prepare for two weddings. As you can tell I have no time to do anything more than run around like mad with the two brides, trying to get them every bit of fantastic wish they have ever had for their wedding day.
The little time I have spare I mostly spend in crying my eyes out. I have spent a small fortune on eye drops. In between crying and playing wedding coordinator I sleep. I sleep to try and not dream about him. I sleep to revive my spirit so I may once again play the happy camper. I am happy for Marron and my brother. I love them both and nothing could rob me of the joy I would have had in helping them plan their wedding than having to plan Goten's to another woman at the same time.
I am afraid it might not be too long before they begin to suspect something, for I cannot bare to think listen to Marron talk about how happy and bright a future she has before her without thinking how sad and bleak a future I have before me. Everyday I think I am going to shout out to them my sorrow and grief. But no, I won't so weak as to ruin my brother and friends happiness with my sadness. I love Goten and I want him to be happy. If he can only be happy with Paris, I will not stand in his way. I love him and in love you must often make scarifies for the happiness of the one you love. O look I am getting your pages wet with my stupid tears. I guess I should stop writing now -Bra.
Few hours before Goten's wedding day
Dear Diary,
If ever there was a single grain of doubt in my mind as to how much Goten really loved Paris there could be none, now. I told him how I felt. I didn't do it willingly. He forced it out of me. All the decorations are up and I was doing my final inspection of them. I had chosen flesh flowers that were still in their growth soil, so even they could be put up tonight. The few wreaths were well water and made of young buds that would not reach their peak form till sunrise. Which was good because the wedding was supposed to be held a little after sunrise. Nobody is going to have time for anything tomorrow. Everybody is at Capsule Corp. except… I can't even think of her name without pain shooting through my heart. How I hate the Capital of France right now.
It was too much for me to take when I came face to face with the wreath that had her name joined with that of the only man for whom my heart beats. I broke down before it sobbing. It was than that Goten walked up to me and sat down next to me. He thought I was crying because of the wreath next to it, the one in which my brother and Marron's name was written with flowers that would not reach their full bloom till morning. He thought that I was crying because I was afraid that I would not longer have the same amount of affection from my brother. I could not help but laugh. Confused he asked me what was wrong. I tried to make up some excuse by he pressed. I tried to leave without telling him but he held me and demanded an explanation. So I gave him one. I told him the truth. I told him I loved him. I told him everything.
He stood there stunned. I stood there Dende knows why. Maybe the last ray of hope that was in my heart demanded that I waited for an answer. Finally he spoke, 'Something's were never meant to be.' He said softly. My heart broke, I knew it did because I could hear it breaking. I think I nodded my head, I don't know. All I know that I am now in my room and all hope has died for me. I know that many hours have passed since my conversation with him for the sky was than dark and it is almost light now. But my heart is not light. It is heavy with everything that is horrible. Even guilt, I feel guilty for ruining Goten's big day for him. I know he cannot enjoy it as much as he would have other wise now. They say that when hope dies you cannot live. They say that you cannot live when your heart is so heavy than you bare it no longer. I know I cannot live, not without him. Hope is dead and my heart is not the heaviest object on earth. It is clear what I must do.
The weddings are to be held in barely two hours by my watch. No one will have time for much else right now. No one will miss me till the weddings are well over. It's almost dawn now. What a perfect time to die. Good bye dear diary and thank you for listening to all my hopes and fears. If mom and dad were ever to read your pages tell them that I love them both and that this is not their fault. Please tell father not to kill Goten. It is not his fault I am not the girl his heart beats for. Tell Trunks and Marron to be happy. Tell Goten and Paris to be happy to. Good bye everyone, good bye -Bra
