Broken Memories
"Do you think we could ever stop this?" Her fingers were tracing the outlines of his biceps as he lay asleep on her bed. Sometimes he would be so tired afterwards that he'd nap for a while, only to leave early in the morning, before she woke. What he didn't know was that whenever he fell asleep, she'd just lay next to him and imagine what it would be like if they loved each other until she fell asleep too.
It was 1:00 in the morning. She predicted he'd wake up in an hour or so and go back home to sleep some more before work. Pan gazed at his rising chest as he took a deep breath. She rolled over to her stomach and rested her head on his chest and concentrated on his face. He looked agitated, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Maybe he was having a bad dream?
"Why can't we…"
He surprised her and she quickly moved away from him. When she realized he was talking in his sleep, she sighed in relief.
Trunks moved his arm slightly, his eyebrows furrowing downward more. "Why can't we?" he repeated.
She slowly approached him, careful not to wake him. "Why can't we what?" she whispered, watching as his mouth opened slightly. She waited a good two minutes before laying her head down on her pillow. She was being ridiculous. Why would he respond to her in his sleep anyway?
He rolled to his side now and his hands brushed against her arm. Pan blushed at how close his face was to hers. It was different when they were having sex. That was just part of a deal they agreed on, nothing else. When at work, they barely make eye-contact, let alone speak to each other. He'd call her "Ms. Son," and she'd call him "Mr. Briefs," just like how they were supposed to. And after work, they never spoke. Maybe it was because they were both ashamed. It didn't matter. She wouldn't know what to call him anyway, so maybe it was a good thing they never had conversations outside of work. She closed her eyes.
"Tell me to stop and I will."
She lifted her head from her pillow. Again, he didn't say anything and she waited another five minutes before he spoke again.
"Pan," his voice was strained, as if he was in pain. "I hate you for doing this to us."
Pan stiffened, her breath caught in her throat. Her vision was blurring from the tears that threatened to fall and her nose tingled. She glared at him and choked back a sob. She covered her mouth with her hands and got up, carefully moving so as not to wake him. Once she stepped out of her room to the couch in the living room, she covered her face with a pillow and cried. She hated herself too.
She fell asleep after a while.
An hour later, Trunks woke from his nap. He noticed she wasn't in bed and he got up and dressed. He peeked in the bathroom but she wasn't there either. Then, quietly, he walked out and found her on the couch, her knees up close to her body. She must be cold.
He looked around her apartment and finally found the storage room where she kept a couple spare blankets. When he struggled to take one off the top shelf, the box next to the blankets moved outwards too, and he cursed, holding it back with one hand.
"What are you doing?"
He jumped and the box fell, its contents falling all over him. "Kami, you scared me!" He glanced at her, who was standing by the storage door and quickly turned back, embarrassed. He bent down to put the contents back in the box but stopped when he picked up a portrait of the two of them together, smiling happily.
When she looked over his shoulder and saw what he was holding, she quickly snatched it away and put it in the box, throwing the other things on top of it.
"Hey, hold on, I-"
"What are you doing here anyway?" she interrupted, picking up the box and trying to put it on the top shelf.
He took the box from her and helped put it where it belonged, by the spare blankets. "Nothing," he answered. "I was just… Nothing." Without meeting her eyes, he brushed past her, out of the storage room and back into the living room. He picked up his briefcase that was lying beside the kitchen countertop and headed for the door.
"Mr. Briefs-"
"I'll see you at work." He stopped halfway out the door and added, "Ms. Son." Then he closed the door behind him.
A/N: Tell me what you guys think! I'm also open to suggestions if you guys have any. As promised, I will continue with these updates! I'm aiming for at least once a week! Thank you guys for your feedback! P.S. I actually love reading silly rants about stories because I always do that too ;)