Chapter 18:
"Trunks?" He felt Pan shaking his shoulder.
"Yes, Pan?" He said coldly, maybe I should be a little nicer to her because this is, well, our wedding night.
"I know that you are in love with that girl," Pan began slowly. "I also know that you don't want to marry me. I just want to say that I'm sorry." She looked down.
He looked at her in surprise. Well, why should she be sorry? It's not even her fault. I'm the one who is being really unfair to her. "Don't be sorry Pan," he told her. "It's not your fault." He stood up and gave her a little hug. This is so awkward, we are supposedly to be married but we are acting like it's our first date or something!
If only Marron was here…
Stop thinking about her! You can never have her, so it's best to just forget about her. Pan is your wife and she doesn't deserved to be treated this. You know what she wants, she wants you to hug her and kiss her and tell her that she was wrong and that he loved her.
But he can't.
He stared at the raven-haired girl before him. What should
I do? Should I give her what she wanted? I'm really sorry Marron, I wish this
didn't have to end like this. I wish…Well, there's no point wishing for anything
now. But I could at least make Pan happy.
He jumped up, grabbed Pan's face and pressed his lips onto hers. He kissed her hard and forcefully. They fell back onto the bed together.
"Trunks," she panted as she pulled back from the kiss.
He put a finger on her lips. "Shh…"
He kissed her again and reached to turn off the light.