WHOO

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The morning's sun shown through Trunks' window, and only got brighter and brighter. So, before long, both Trunks and Pan woke up. Slowly, they had to let it all sink in. What had happened the night before? They had to sort their thoughts out. This would be interesting.

Trunks opened his eyes slowly. His eyes stung. He was still exhausted. Pan was still in her same spot, with her head on the bed and her hand in his. Trunks looked down, noticing he wasn't alone, and saw his hand gripping hers. Was this a dream? Did it feel good...

Pan opened one eye. 'Need more sleep..' But then she realized that Trunks was right next to her. Staring at her. Boy could his stare make you melt. 'Wha?! Eww..' She pulled her hand away from his and got up quickly.

He didn't know what to even say. The night had lasted so long. It was so... indescribable. The end wasn't too bad though... Trunks began to notice his thoughts mustering up on him again. Why did he always let this happen to himself? Would it ever stop?

Pan just stood there the whole time trying to figure out what Trunks was doing. His face was planted with an expression to make anyone laugh. She made sure to hold her criticism in.

"Did you sleep good?" She managed to get out.

Trunks snapped out of his thoughts. He couldn't believe she talked to him.

"Yea... Actually I did. I hadn't slept that well in a long time..."

Pan swallowed hard. This was nerve wracking.

"Oh. Well I'm glad." She started playing with her hands as she turned to leave the room. "I'm.. Going out..." And with that, she left.

Trunks fell back in his bed. "Now to go after her... "

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"Doesn't this look familiar?..." Pan asked herself groggily. She could barely stand. She was sweating, which wasn't normal for her. She felt hot, and yet it was raining. And it was cool outside. Her stomach was having a mind of its own, and her head was pounding. She knew something was wrong.

She needed himt o be there for her. It was the first time in her life that she was actually scared. Pan was never this frightened. She started to cough, on and off. Her chest hurt whenever she would, and she would have to stop walking.

Maybe it was stress. "No, this is worse than stress.." She told herself. This was so unusual. She was never sick. It wasn't possible. "Don't give in.."

Her life was becoming blurry. So many memories of her painful life were coming back to her. They hurt her heart. That was why her chest hurt. She was hurt. Maybe it was Trunks. Yes, it was his fault. It wasn't, though. As much as she wanted to believe it, she knew it wasn't true. Trunks was anything but the cause of this.

He did everything for her. She forced a smile. Most of her happy experiences were with him. He was always there for her. How could she think something like this. He would never hurt her... But love does funny things, sometimes.

"...Love?..."

She lost her footing and fell to her knees. "He should be here..."

He was supposed to save her.

"Why isn't he..."

The tears came.

"I'm going to die..."

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All the stupid questions. 'Should I go get her? What if she's hurt? She might need me...'

This was hard. Well, not really. Trunks had no other choice. Pan was part of him.

'Whatever that means...'

He couldn't lie to himself anymore. He left the house.

Trunks was going to find her, with whatever it took. He wasn't going to let her run away like she always did. She needed to learn how to fight her battles.

Little did he know, she couldn't fight on her own. She was stubborn, but she would admit, that she had lost. As long as she didn't believe, she knew it would be okay. That she would be okay.

Trunks somehow knew that she was feeling all of these emotions at once. It angered him to know she was suffering. It only urged him to find her faster. When he did find her, his heart broke. Or so he thought.

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"Pan?"

The rain fell harder than it ever had before.

Pan was leaned against a brick wall, on the ground. That was where Trunks found her.

"Pan..."

He approached her slowly. He didn't know if she sensed him there. She just stared on. Everything about her was blank.

Trunks got on his knees in front of her. He held his hand out and brushed it against her chin. He lifted her head so she looked up at him. Their eyes met, and Trunks knew he could look at those eyes for the rest of his life.

"What are you doing here, Pan? Are you alright? Let me take you home." He started to pick her up, but her hand squeezing his arm told him to stop. He looked back to her eyes.

'They aren't rain drops on her cheeks...'

His Pan was crying.

'My Pan..'

Her face changed. She looked like she was in pain. She was. Her body was numb all over. She couldn't feel his warm touch, though she wanted to... So so much... A sob escaped from Pan's lips.

Trunks found himself leaning closer to her. He tried to wrap his arms around her without causing pain, but she still flinched. She looked like a wounded animal, about to die from hunger, from no home, from no love.

Images flashed through Pan's head. She couldn't even see Trunks pull her into his arms. The images from her dreams. The screaming. It was all a puzzle that she could never understand. The blood, the smell...

Everything ended. Her story had been long over. She was becoming a memory. And now she knew everything. Everything.

"Now I know how my father died.." Trunks widened his eyes. "Pan... Don't you ever say that.. Don't ever.. " He gripped her shoulders and bit his tongue. 'Don't let pride get in the way. You love her.' He started crying. He let everything go. His past, his pride, his family, and her...

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HA! HA! HA! It might be the end.. GASP Only a few people read this story now, I noticed... because I left this site for like a YEAR xD Thank you SO much for all of you who DO read and review my story, you guys are the only reason I am going on! THANK YOU! 3 3 3 :)!