This is it! Mwuhahaha! Now I get to write all my one shots :)
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
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Trunks walked through the halls at work. He was back to his old routine, the boring days he hated most were catching up to him again. He was so happy too, literally jumping and bustling in excitement.
He walked to his office. Slumped down in his chair, Trunks listened for his messages. Boy, were there a ton. He hadn't been to the office in a long time. Or at least what seemed like a long time. The days that he was never there, were the best of his life... Except for that one...
His day was full of... Endless appointments. What a surprise, but that was the best way to sum it up. He wished he could just drop everything. Leave it all behind him, go home, and cry. He didn't like crying, but he couldn't help it.
Every day, going back, became worse. He could barely walk. He seemed to be getting weak, and he didn't want to do anything at all. People were starting to get worried, but they didn't say a word.
He looked like a mess. His hair was no longer the top priority in his life. His eyes were muggy, always half way closed. Bags under them created a tired look to his once handsome features. He was like a walking zombie. It looked like he needed a week of sleep. Or that he never got any.
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Once he was done in the office, Trunks walked out into the halls. The place was closing up, which meant he had been working those late hours again. The building only had a few lights on, and everything was dimmed. The remaining people were making their way home by now. And Trunks was one of them.
He stepped into the elevator, to reach the bottom floor. He leaned against the wall and sighed deeply. He missed her. Her face, her scent, her presence. It was all he could ever think about.
When she came about in his thoughts, she wouldn't leave him alone. He remembered that feeling she always gave him when he was around her. That little... Flutter in your heart that you have. When you're in love.
The elevator started to descend, and he was reminded of the feelings he had encountered many times before, with the girl named Pan. All of his emotion stopped that night... And now he felt the elevator flutters. The beautiful song of a lover's tale.
Wether it was love or not, he wouldn't go on. ---
Don't let the one you love, go. You may never catch their heart again...
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.; Thank you ALL who reviewed. 3 I'm done! I hope it wasn't horrible...! By the way, it was short, but I wanted it to be.. Sorta like an ending thing.. That I didn't put in the last chapter X3;
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
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Trunks walked through the halls at work. He was back to his old routine, the boring days he hated most were catching up to him again. He was so happy too, literally jumping and bustling in excitement.
He walked to his office. Slumped down in his chair, Trunks listened for his messages. Boy, were there a ton. He hadn't been to the office in a long time. Or at least what seemed like a long time. The days that he was never there, were the best of his life... Except for that one...
His day was full of... Endless appointments. What a surprise, but that was the best way to sum it up. He wished he could just drop everything. Leave it all behind him, go home, and cry. He didn't like crying, but he couldn't help it.
Every day, going back, became worse. He could barely walk. He seemed to be getting weak, and he didn't want to do anything at all. People were starting to get worried, but they didn't say a word.
He looked like a mess. His hair was no longer the top priority in his life. His eyes were muggy, always half way closed. Bags under them created a tired look to his once handsome features. He was like a walking zombie. It looked like he needed a week of sleep. Or that he never got any.
--
Once he was done in the office, Trunks walked out into the halls. The place was closing up, which meant he had been working those late hours again. The building only had a few lights on, and everything was dimmed. The remaining people were making their way home by now. And Trunks was one of them.
He stepped into the elevator, to reach the bottom floor. He leaned against the wall and sighed deeply. He missed her. Her face, her scent, her presence. It was all he could ever think about.
When she came about in his thoughts, she wouldn't leave him alone. He remembered that feeling she always gave him when he was around her. That little... Flutter in your heart that you have. When you're in love.
The elevator started to descend, and he was reminded of the feelings he had encountered many times before, with the girl named Pan. All of his emotion stopped that night... And now he felt the elevator flutters. The beautiful song of a lover's tale.
Wether it was love or not, he wouldn't go on. ---
Don't let the one you love, go. You may never catch their heart again...
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.; Thank you ALL who reviewed. 3 I'm done! I hope it wasn't horrible...! By the way, it was short, but I wanted it to be.. Sorta like an ending thing.. That I didn't put in the last chapter X3;