Chapter 23: The Truth
His eyes flew open when he heard his door's latch snap and the hinges lightly creak. He sat up and looked at the door.
"Good morning Trunks." Morgan smiled at him.
He mumbled and looked at his clock. 10:42. *I never sleep in that late.*
"Well, I am just here to get the answer to the question from yesterday and ask just one more."
He cocked an eyebrow up.
"Well you said that you have a girlfriend and I found her room, but she hasn't been there in ages. There is dust on her bed-stand and the only fingerprints in the room are too big to be hers and they are on a picture frame of you and her so I figure they are yours. She looks a lot like that Marron girl I saw your mother with on the news one day. You two looked very happy in the picture so why are you so sad?"
Trunks sighed. He should be infuriated that she was snooping around in the house but he wasn't, but he didn't know why. "She is my girlfriend and she is never coming back."
"But the news said she just moved back to Rossting. She could come back. Or why don't you go and meet her. From they way you speak, you 2 never broke up."
He looked into Morgan's deep green eyes. "We never did. But she can't come back. We lied to the news. She died when she got rid of Juuachigou. I was knocked out of the battle early on. We didn't want them to make a big deal about it so we just told them she moved back. I miss her so much. I loved her with all my heart and now I won't see her again till I die." He looked down.
"I had my hunches that you didn't actually kill the androids alone and it seemed odd to me that right after the 2 were killed she disappeared. But you make it seem like she is gone forever."
"She is." He mumbled, shifting his weight in his bed as she sat at the end so she could face him.
"No she isn't. She's still here. She lives in everyone's heart she has touched. In all of the families she helped and in your friends and family. Especially in you. Even if everyone else forgets, you will forever see her. But you know she could still be out there. Waiting for you to come and find her."
Trunks shook his head. "No, we have looked in every nook and cranny on the entire earth. You came in the last thing we hadn't found. Our last clue to her existence."
Morgan placed her hand over Trunk's and as he raised his eyes, she met them with her own. "You just aren't looking in the right places. Don't worry, you will find her when you let you heart lead the way." Then she stood up, smiled at him and left the room.
*Trunks, where are your manners?*
Scrambling out of bed he darted to the door and threw it open.
"I forgot to."
The hall way was empty save the light fragrance of her perfume still in the hallway.
He didn't hear her go down the stairs. Quickly, he ran to her room, forgetting the fact that he was running around in only his boxer-pants. He opened the door and looked around. The bed didn't have a single crease in its starched sheets or comforter and there wasn't a fingerprint in the light layer of dust anyplace in the room. The only thing that proved she had been in the room was a card on the dresser. Carefully he picked it up, examining the cover. The photograph was of a cabin out in the woods on a moonlit night. He opened it up and read the cryptic note inside.
His eyes flew open when he heard his door's latch snap and the hinges lightly creak. He sat up and looked at the door.
"Good morning Trunks." Morgan smiled at him.
He mumbled and looked at his clock. 10:42. *I never sleep in that late.*
"Well, I am just here to get the answer to the question from yesterday and ask just one more."
He cocked an eyebrow up.
"Well you said that you have a girlfriend and I found her room, but she hasn't been there in ages. There is dust on her bed-stand and the only fingerprints in the room are too big to be hers and they are on a picture frame of you and her so I figure they are yours. She looks a lot like that Marron girl I saw your mother with on the news one day. You two looked very happy in the picture so why are you so sad?"
Trunks sighed. He should be infuriated that she was snooping around in the house but he wasn't, but he didn't know why. "She is my girlfriend and she is never coming back."
"But the news said she just moved back to Rossting. She could come back. Or why don't you go and meet her. From they way you speak, you 2 never broke up."
He looked into Morgan's deep green eyes. "We never did. But she can't come back. We lied to the news. She died when she got rid of Juuachigou. I was knocked out of the battle early on. We didn't want them to make a big deal about it so we just told them she moved back. I miss her so much. I loved her with all my heart and now I won't see her again till I die." He looked down.
"I had my hunches that you didn't actually kill the androids alone and it seemed odd to me that right after the 2 were killed she disappeared. But you make it seem like she is gone forever."
"She is." He mumbled, shifting his weight in his bed as she sat at the end so she could face him.
"No she isn't. She's still here. She lives in everyone's heart she has touched. In all of the families she helped and in your friends and family. Especially in you. Even if everyone else forgets, you will forever see her. But you know she could still be out there. Waiting for you to come and find her."
Trunks shook his head. "No, we have looked in every nook and cranny on the entire earth. You came in the last thing we hadn't found. Our last clue to her existence."
Morgan placed her hand over Trunk's and as he raised his eyes, she met them with her own. "You just aren't looking in the right places. Don't worry, you will find her when you let you heart lead the way." Then she stood up, smiled at him and left the room.
*Trunks, where are your manners?*
Scrambling out of bed he darted to the door and threw it open.
"I forgot to."
The hall way was empty save the light fragrance of her perfume still in the hallway.
He didn't hear her go down the stairs. Quickly, he ran to her room, forgetting the fact that he was running around in only his boxer-pants. He opened the door and looked around. The bed didn't have a single crease in its starched sheets or comforter and there wasn't a fingerprint in the light layer of dust anyplace in the room. The only thing that proved she had been in the room was a card on the dresser. Carefully he picked it up, examining the cover. The photograph was of a cabin out in the woods on a moonlit night. He opened it up and read the cryptic note inside.