Breathless – 4
He had last been seen five days ago. It had been five eternal days since he flew off her window, tears and hope in his eyes. In the eyes of them both, in fact. After making love to her he had got dressed once again, had kissed her softly and had left, promising to come back soon being the Trunks he wanted to be, the one who would make her happy.
She was worried and missing him desperately. But as missing him was something she always did whenever he was not hugging her, she was almost getting to get used to it.
But she was very preoccupied. His energy was nowhere to be noticed and he hadn't slept at his house for all that long. No one had had any bit of news from him. And she was sick with worry.
She spent all her time on her own, thinking hard. She kept on wondering what was the matter, why he had to leave, why he had asked her the week. She felt overwhelmed. And totally in love, despite herself.
That last time had convinced her – she would never be able to stop them seeing each other. She would never be able to take the decision of leaving him. Maybe that was all she was going to have, maybe it would hurt her, but without him around, even if he was just her prince, even if she hated the way he treated her, she was lost. She would be capable of leaving for Europe, and maybe even, in the end, she would get used to that new life, but most of her would die in the middle. All that cared, all that were important. And – perhaps – learning to live without him was something she didn't feel like doing.
She had already politely turned down the job she had been offered of, even when she had had no news from him. Unconsciously she was certain she was staying, having him once in a while if she wasn't to have him full-time. But having him, anyway. Weak she was.
Well, and there was some other reason, indeed.
It had happened the last time, she was sure, and she knew he had felt it. It had been as a little blast, as a small surge of energy, of a new energy, growing controlled inside her as they were making love. It would be repeated every time she raised her energy.
He had understood what that meant, she could tell by the look she had seen in his face when he felt it. He was worried and surprised, but most of the shine in his eyes was out of happiness and maybe even love.
To be sincere, she had expected that he would not leave after having felt his child. But she would never be able to understand him in all.
She closed her eyes and forced herself to see him next to her, embracing her. Fooling herself into thinking she was in his arms, she felt safe and loved enough to let herself into sleep.
As he felt her asleep and as he had done every single night since the very first time they had made love, since he was certain that she wanted him, or at least a little bit of him, he entered her room and laid down next to her, smelling her hair and embracing her gently until sleep overcame to him and followed her to unconsciousness.