"I love you"

These were the words that kept reverberating inside his head like a recording that was set on loop. Like a memory he couldn't forget, only- the memory was- it stung. The words- the way she had said them, they stung. It all stung and it always would probably because there was no taking back, there was no "I'm sorry" and there was no fixing this because it was just the way of life.

Because those words were never meant for him.

Trunks stood, staring at the wedding card before him, his hands trembling as he held it.

The card was of a beautiful white and gold colour with a "Happy Wedding!" inscribed on it in the middle. Trunks stared at it blankly before opening it and as he did, the memory in his head grew stronger as he saw whose wedding it was.

"I love you, ... Hans"

Perhaps he had known already. Perhaps he had known it even before he had opened the card and... and Trunks felt stupid- stupid for believing that it could change, that it could be different, that it could be someone else's wedding card.

Heh. Too bad it wasn't.

A drop fell on the card followed by another and Trunks raised his hand to his face to find tears streaming down it and smiled. Crying? Oh, look what she had done to him.

Tears kept streaming down his face as he read the names again and again, his mind numb and hands cold as he tried to accept the reality of what this card meant.

She'd forgotten, hadn't she? She'd forgetten all the adventures they had had together, she'd forgetten herself calling Trunks her best friend, she'd forgotten him altogether, hadn't she?

Trunks found himself filled with a sudden rage as he began crumpling the card in his hand.It was oddly satisfying to him and he continued doing it before it was so crumpled that he couldn't ruin it anymore and he threw away the card and instead of feeling anger or rage, he felt grief and despair as this time, his tears flowed freely and he ran, ran as fast as he could out of the room and up the stairs, ignoring Becca's face and his father calling out his name and his mother asking him what's wtong, as he went into his room and slammed the door shut as he locked it and cried on the bed freely, wanting to scream out to the winds but not being able to, as memories engulfed him, making him numb to everything else around him, so that he couldn't feel anything but-

-pain.

Trunks clutched his pillow and cried furiously as he remembered a vague memory of a "I'm sorry Trunks!" and grieved that he would never hear those words from her again.

Never Again.

Author's Note: Sooo... this is the first Romance story I have ever written so... ummm... I hope you liked it...

My sister hates TrunksXPan so I had no choice but to make it Angsty not that I would've had any problems...

I love writing Angst as you would know if you've read my other oneshots.