A/N: Hey guys, I'm finally updating! I had expected to update much sooner, but earlier this week my poor kitty fell very ill. So after a much needed vet trip and antibiotics, I've been taking care of him constantly for the past few days. Also I want to thank you all who reviewed. Thank you for the suggestions, I definitely keep those in mind. Eventually when it's complete, I would like to go back and make some revisions to the story itself. That's kind of the sucky part about writing one chapter at a time and uploading it because there are times when I want to go back and revise a few things. I definitely plan on doing that in the end. ^_^ Keep in mind that I'm picking this story up after 5 years so I'm hoping there isn't much difference in writing styles between the chapters then and now. I hope you guys enjoy the update. I'll admit this chapter isn't as exciting as the past few chapters, but I needed to fit some of this stuff into the story to support future chapters. Happy reading!
Exhale
Chapter 11: That Moon Song
DeepxWater
I took a sip of my ritual, morning coffee, the taste more bitter than usual. It lingered undesirably in my mouth as I reminisced over the conversation that I had with Goten a few weeks ago. I could not for the life of me figure out why my little brother would have been so terribly upset about Paris. Sure he had his pride, but he had openly confessed his feelings for Bra. There was no denying his love for the blue-haired girl. But something was holding him back. Something I just didn't understand. Paris and him were no longer together, wasn't that what he had wanted? I knew his feelings for Paris still resided with him, hell, he had planned to spend a romantic weekend with her after all.
What if Paris had gone on that trip? Would things be different now? Would Goten have realized his feelings for Bra? Concern for my brother flowed through me like an endless river. He may be an adult now, but my older brother instinct always had a way of creeping up on me. As much as I didn't want to see him like this, I really felt like everything had played out this way for a reason. He was supposed to be with Bra. Everyone had talked about it at one time or another, we often played on the idea of the two of them getting together. They were perfect for each other, but that was something those two never did see. They had had feelings for each other for a long time, it was painfully obvious. The way they played, the way they could tell each other anything, they needed each other. For as long as the two had become friends, they had been almost inseparable. He spent more time with Bra than anyone, even his own girlfriend.
I continued to sip on my coffee as I watched the sunrise set the horizon ablaze. My thoughts drifted back to nearly a year ago. Goten and I had been discussing where he wanted his relationship with Paris to go. He had been telling me all the qualities he wanted in his future wife, and I had playfully teased him that Paris was hardly any of those things. "Yeah, you're right," he laughed off. It was that moment that I had realized something, he was unknowingly talking about Bra. "But you know who that does sound like?" Goten looked at me, his onyx eyes widening with curiosity. "Who?" he asked. "C'mon Goten, think about it. You basically just described Bra in a nutshell." I couldn't help but laugh at his ignorance. "Kami Gohan, she's only 16!" he had exclaimed. It was an idea that had never crossed the poor boy's mind. "People do age, you know. Give her a few more years," I pestered. He shook his head at my preposterous idea. However, the dim light wasn't weak enough for him to hide his rugged expression. He looked off curiously into the night sky. The younger Saiyan had been deep in thought over what I had said. He knew I was right, I chose not to push the topic any further. He would figure it out on his own time.
It was barely 7am, but I really needed to see Goten, I had to know exactly what happened with Paris. He had been avoiding almost everyone for the past two weeks, and I had willingly given him his space. But it was time to clear up a few things because I just didn't understand. I finished my cup of coffee and took off to my parents' home.
Within a few minutes, I was already landing in my parents' yard and casually walking up to the door. I was always welcome, but I couldn't help but knock out of habit. I heard a quiet scurrying in the house before the door swung open abruptly. "Gohan!" My mother smiled at my appearance despite looking quite exhausted. I briefly had a flashback of returning home from Namek and seeing that same worn look on my mother's face. I smiled at the memory. "Hey, mom!" I greeted her with a big hug. "What brings you this way Gohan? It's rather early, even for you." I laughed at the comment, she spoke the truth. "I heard that Goten and Paris ended things and he hasn't exactly been returning my calls. I really just want to check on him and see how he's holding up." My mother's face formed a scowl. "Those city women don't know a good man when they see one," she groaned. My mother never really took a liking to Paris, but seeing her son happy she had put those feelings aside until now. Paris was known to be a bit of a workaholic, and for someone like Goten who enjoyed the company of his family, I truthfully never saw it working out. She was in modeling, and it was something that Goten wasn't really comfortable with, since Paris wasn't sure she wanted kids, and Goten did.
"Oh, Gohan. He hasn't been quite himself since it happened. He's barely getting any sleep and he's almost never around. He's been out training himself to death almost every day from dawn till dusk. My poor Goten," My mother hugged herself, and looked away sadly.
"He just has a lot on his mind right now Mom. I'll go see if I can get him up and talk to him," I suggested. Her head nodded in agreement. Goten had dated a few girls, sure, but this was his first real breakup with someone who had meant a lot to him. Dealing with it wasn't going to be easy. I wasn't sure what I was going to say to him. I never had to deal with this sort of stuff with Pan. Trunks was her first boyfriend after all, and thankfully I knew I could trust him with my daughter's heart.
I knocked on the door to Goten's room, but that didn't obtain a response. He must be sleeping, I thought. I knocked again, harder this time. I hoped he would invite me in, but again, nothing. I slowly turned the knob and pushed the door, it softly creaked open. I was expecting to see Goten laying in bed, a ruffled mess among his pillows and blankets, but instead there was a neatly made bed. "Huh?" I pondered to myself. Had he gotten up early to spar his troubles from his mind as my mother had mentioned?
I glanced over to his dresser to see his usual training clothes folded neatly on top. That's strange. I quickly scanned for his ki to locate his presence, and my heart skipped a beat. His ki was nowhere to be found. That usually meant only one thing, but I knew Goten wasn't dead. But how? Has he mastered a new technique of hiding his ki?
My thoughts were interrupted as my mother stepped into the room, her expression changed from sadness to concern when she noticed Goten wasn't there. "Gohan, where's your brother?" she asked calmly. "I, I'm not sure, Mom. You sure he didn't go out with Dad to train this morning?"
"I'm sure, Gohan. Unless, he snuck out the window." My mother went over and studied the window, and it was clear that it remained locked from the inside. "Can't you search for his ki?" she asked worriedly. I could tell she was trying to remain calm. She had freaked out so many times in the past only to discover she usually had no reason to worry.
"I, I tried. I can't feel his ki, Mom.." It was then that I noticed his closet door was wide open. I walked over and took a look inside. Quite a few hangers were empty and the only bag he owned was gone. My mother walked over and peeked in, only to discover what I had just realized, Goten was gone. He had left.
My mother gasped and tears began to form in her eyes, I pulled her into a hug and tried to give her strength. "Oh, Gohan, this can't be," she muffled into my shirt. She lifted her head up, "he couldn't have gotten far, he must have snuck out this morning."
I looked around the room and happened to notice a piece of paper laying neatly on the middle of his desk. "Mom, a note," I said cautiously. She turned and looked in the direction I was staring. We slowly walked over to the desk. I really didn't want to read what was written, I was hoping that this was all a bad dream. I brushed my fears aside and began to read the scribbled message.
I'm so sorry that I left this way, I know there is no easy way to say this, but I just need time on my own. Time away from the reminders here. I need time to think. I hope you guys will understand.
I'll be back, I don't know when, but I'll come back eventually. Please don't worry about me. I love you all.
Goten.
My mother held the letter tightly in her frail hands, she read the words over and over again until they finally set in. Her youngest son was gone. Her body shook as she cried.
Goten, how could you be so stupid, I thought. I understood where he was coming from, but this was something that should have been done face to face. I'm sure we all would have understood if he were to go away for awhile, but he had went about this all wrong. I shook my head at his senseless actions. Didn't he realize how many people he would hurt by doing this? One thing was certain. He would not be coming back without a serious talk from me.
Then, a certain someone popped into my mind. Bra.
How the hell would I break the news to her?
oOoOoOo
My eyes fluttered open as the warm sun beared down on me. I rubbed my eyes gently, realizing they were still sore from crying myself to sleep. The past few weeks had been so fucked up. I didn't know where this day would lead, but I knew it couldn't get any worse than the days before. I had temporarily lost my best friend, or so I thought. I'm sure it would be weeks before he could talk to me again. But I would wait for him, I had been for as long as I could remember.
I dragged myself out of bed and walked into my bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror was like looking at death. When had I become so pale? I washed my face free of all the smeared makeup that had ran throughout the night. The cold water felt rejuvenating on my skin, I wasn't going to let these last few weeks bring me down anymore. It was one fight, but that didn't mean he would hate me forever. Maybe he would realize how stupid all of this was and he'd come apologize or maybe it would take a few more weeks. It didn't matter. I could see clearly for once and I was going do my best to keep it that way. Besides, I didn't know how much more my family and friends could take of the new zombie Bra.
I quickly threw on a pair of skinny jeans and an old hoodie that I knew would keep me warm on this wintry day, along with socks and my favorite mid-calf boots. I may be quite the whiner when it comes to the cold, but I couldn't deny that I loved bundling up in winter fashion. I reached over onto my nightstand and checked my phone hoping there would be a message from Goten. Nothing. I sighed at the empty screen. I would try to call him again later. He couldn't ignore me forever.
I stuffed my phone into the front pocket of my hoodie and made my way downstairs. I could hear a light humming emanating from down the hall. My father was in the gravity room, of course. It was amazing how determined he remained over the years to keep his strength up. Most of the gang had slacked off during these times of peace, but my Dad and Goku had never given training more than a day's rest.
As I reached the end of the stairs, I was about to head into the kitchen when out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of a black head of hair in the living room. I knew it wasn't my father. Could it be? I turned my head excitedly only to see Gohan and Chi Chi sitting quietly in the living room. My mother and brother were keeping them company. They had been discussing something, but I hadn't been listening. I had other things on my mind. I stood in the entryway, my hands stuffed in my front hoodie pocket. What were they doing here so early? They never came over unannounced, and my mother hadn't mentioned any get-togethers. Immediately, I knew something wasn't right. Chi Chi looked a mess, and as soon as Gohan had caught my gaze, his expression saddened.
"Uh, good morning guys," I greeted uneasily as I stepped into the living room. My mother and brother looked at me as if they had seen a ghost. Do I really look that messed up from last night?
"Bra, you should come sit with us," my brother said nonchalantly. I made my way over to the couch, my stomach began to turn.
"What's going on? Is everything okay?" I asked worriedly. I glanced between everyone, searching for a hint of what had happened. It was then that I noticed Gohan clutching a piece of paper in his hand. I studied it curiously, but it was just too crumpled to make out the words. It was the only clue I had.
"Bra, I have something to tell you. It's about Goten," Gohan said too uneasily for my liking. Was he going to tell me that Goten never wanted to speak to me again? Had Goten wrote me a letter telling me to fuck off? It wouldn't surprise me.
"What is it, Gohan?" I held my hands tightly inside my hoodie pocket, preparing myself for whatever it was he had to tell me. My cheeks unexpectedly flushed with heat.
"I found this letter in Goten's room this morning," he played with the letter between his fingers, and Chi Chi tightened her grip on Gohan's arm. I didn't like where this was going. From the way his brow furrowed, I knew Gohan was trying to choose his words carefully. And I knew no matter what words he chose, they were going to sting.
"Bra, Goten's gone," he said quietly.
"What?" I asked. I was positive that I misheard him. Did he say Goten's gone?
"Goten's bag was missing from his closet along with some of his things. He must have left early this morning before anyone realized. He left this note." Gohan looked down at the letter in his hand. As much as I wanted to ask what was written inside, I didn't dare ask. I did not want to know.
"He'll be back soon or..?" I had hoped. My hands were trembling in my pocket.
"No, Bra. I don't think he's going to be back for awhile." I could feel my mother and brother's glare on me. I shifted uncomfortably under their stares. They were too concerned for me. I didn't like it.
"But we can track his ki, right? We can find him."
"That's going to be hard to do Bra. He seems to have mastered how to hide his ki, something none of us know how to do. His ki is untraceable."
It was then I realized my mistake. I had made a device last year that enabled someone to hide ki. "He must have taken it with him," I said aloud. There was no way we could find him now unless he wanted to be found.
"My ki manipulator," I whispered to no one in particular. "What?" Gohan asked. I looked at him guiltily. "I had been fooling around for awhile in mom's lab. After hearing the stories about all the enemies you guys fought in the past, I thought it would be neat to invent something that could hide your ki, in case someone ever threatened earth again. It's a bracelet, you wear it and it instantly makes your ki undetectable until taken off. I gave one to Goten, so he could test it out for me. He must be wearing it.." my voice deteriorated. If Goten didn't want to be found, what did this mean? Would I ever see him again? Chi Chi began to dab her eyes with a tissue as she heard this newfound information. Stupid me for inventing something that would blow up in my face.
There was no doubt that Goten would come back, he couldn't leave his family waiting forever. I remembered the note Gohan had in his hand. It all became so very real. My stomach began to turn in knots as nausea overcame me. I felt the color drain from my face and my chest began to tighten.
"Oh, man," Gohan muttered. He ran his hands through his hair.
I shamefully hid my gaze with remorse not knowing what to say to the two of them. It was my device that was keeping Goten hidden. They had no idea when they'd see the younger Son again.
"Bra, honey are you okay?" I heard my mom distantly ask. She rested her hand gently on my shoulder.
An overwhelming feeling came over me. I grabbed my chest as it became harder to breathe. I needed to get out of here and fast. As fast as I could, I ran out of the living room and into the hallway. I leaned up against the wall as I heard my mother, brother, and Gohan call after me. I had left so fast and unexpectedly. I began to feel distant and numb as I gasped for air. I was sure that I was dying. My body was losing control.
With my back pressing against the wall, I slowly sank to the floor. My vision was blurring in and out. When my eyes refocused, I saw all four of them had rushed to my side. As close as they were, I had never felt more distant from anyone in my life. I could hear my heart pumping loudly in my ears as I lost my hearing for a mere few seconds. I couldn't make out their words, they were too mumbled. Trunks kneeled down in front of me and lightly rested his hands on my shoulders. "Bra, are you okay?" he asked worriedly. The fear in his eyes was immense. He was almost shaking.
"She's having a panic attack," I heard Gohan's voice echo. My vision was blurry and my body began to tremble. "We need to keep her calm," Gohan said. Trunks gently placed his hands on my cheeks and began to soothe me by telling a story from our childhood. It was so hard to focus on his face, I felt like my world was about to go black. He began to tell me the funniest memories he had of our family. Even though he sprouted a smile on his face as he laughed, it didn't hide the fact that his eyes glistened with the smallest hint of tears.
Several minutes came and went, and I was able to get my breathing under control. There were a mix of emotions, but the feeling of loss was the most prominent. I was strong like my Dad when it came to hiding my emotions. I rarely cried in front of anyone, but recently, it was getting harder not to. I was surrounded by the four of them, and I couldn't fight holding back the tears. I wrapped my arms around my brother and quietly cried into his chest.
Without saying a word, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to my room.
oOoOoOo
I was flying as fast as I could to the beloved Briefs' home. My father and uncle were very close so it was no surprise my dad had went to visit and check on him. Only when I arrived ay my uncle's home, there was no one in sight. I snooped around, but Goten was not in his room. As I began to do some investigating of where he might have gone, I noticed just how empty his closet looked. A tinge of fear fell over me. Where was all of his stuff? Had he left? Of course in a situation like that, I searched for his ki immediately and it was nowhere to be found.
It was then that I pinpointed my dad and grandmother's ki at the Briefs' home. But there was something wrong. Something was very off with Bra's ki, it had increased and decreased dramatically, a sign of stress I could tell. I flew over as quick as I could. I would worry about Goten's whereabouts later.
As I entered the house I saw my grandmother and my dad sitting on the couch. However, the Briefs were no where in sight.
"Guys?" I said to get their attention. "Is everything okay? I came as fast as I could," I said. My grandmother didn't look so good, she had a tissue clinched tightly in her hand and her fist resting against her face. "What's going on?"
My father sighed. "It seems that Goten has taken off," he said, his voice rather upset.
"What?!" I asked shocked. This can't be true. How could he?
"We discovered him missing this morning. We came over here to tell them about it, but Bra didn't handle it well, Panny," my grandmother chimed in.
"That must be why her ki was going crazy earlier," I pondered out loud.
"She had a bad panic attack. Trunks was able to calm her down though. He took her upstairs, she's resting now," my father replied. He was fidgeting with a paper in his hand. I could tell he was trying to remain calm, but inside I knew this was eating him up. My uncle had taken off and left my father to deal with the aftermath. "You haven't heard anything from Goten?" he asked.
"No, nothing at all. When did he leave?" I inquired.
"Sometime early this morning, he couldn't be far by now, but apparently his ki is being concealed by a device Bra created. It's manipulating his ki and making it impossible to track him." I remembered the device, Bra had been so proud to show it off. She was quite the genius, I'll give her that.
"There has to be some way we can find him, right?"
"I don't know Pan, I don't think he wants to be found right now." He held up the piece of paper in his hand. "He left this letter telling us he'll be back eventually. How long that is, we have no idea."
I looked out the window, Seriously Uncle Goten? This was a pretty dramatic move for even Goten. He was dealing with a lot though, I couldn't blame him. Everything had gone to shit in a few weeks. This is all Paris's fault. I couldn't lie. I was glad she cheated on him because it meant that Bra finally had a chance with him, but I didn't want my Uncle Goten hurting.
I heard the heavy footsteps coming down the stairs, I knew it was Trunks. I rushed over to see him, "How is she? Is she going to be okay?" I tried not to bombard him with too many questions right now. Everyone was having a hard time.
He suspected I already knew most of the details. "She'll be okay, she just needs to relax for awhile. She's resting now."
I hugged Trunks tightly. "I can't believe this," I whispered in his ear. "Me neither," he whispered back. I pulled away and saw the pain in his eyes. I knew it was mostly for his sister. Goten would be okay wherever he was, but his sister was heartbroken, probably more than Goten was.
Bulma entered the room, an aroma of freshly brewed coffee following behind her. "Coffee anyone?" she offered. My grandmother and dad took her up on the offer. I squeezed my boyfriend's hand out of habit. He leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on my forehead.
"Trunks, we have to look for clues to where he might have gone," I whispered.
"I agree, but for now let's just take a breather. This whole situation is exhausting." I nodded my head. We had to find him, we just had to.
We sat down among the group as our elders began discussing the possibilities of where Goten might have taken off to. As mad as I was at my Uncle for leaving, I couldn't help but feel worried about him and wonder how he was dealing with this.
Where are you Uncle Goten?
oOoOoOo
I fell back onto my bed in the new apartment I would make my home for now. I had flown hours away to the northern part of our country, but for some reason home just didn't seem that far away. The flight had been exhausting and sleep nonexistent. I had thought about everything repeatedly. There were things I wished I had done differently, words I wish I had said, and words I wish I hadn't. It kept replaying in my mind, the conversations, the expressions, the tears. It made me feel unbearably guilty, yet I had been the victim here. I had a right to be angry and sad. I was heartbroken.
I turned over onto my stomach and looked out the bedroom window. The sun had yet to set, but the faint light of the moon could be seen in the distance. I closed my eyes and thought about Bra. I saw her face, her smile, her bright blue eyes, but that quickly faded as I remembered the tears that had stung her eyes the last time I saw her. She was right, I had been an asshole. I lifted my wrist in front of my face and looked over the small bracelet that concealed my whereabouts. I lightly tugged at it. As long as I was wearing this device I couldn't be found, but the same could be said about my family and friends back home. Unfortunately, their ki's would remain untraceable for as long as I wore the bracelet. I wondered what they were doing, how they were dealing with my leaving. I could take it off right now and go home, just suck it up and forget everything that had happened, but my pride wouldn't let me do that. I had left a note. I had left. I didn't want to turn around and go back now. I came here for a reason and I needed to fulfill it.
I reached over and pulled the chain on the lamp and darkness fell over the room. The sun had fallen behind the nearby mountains and the sky was an array of beautiful colors. Tomorrow I would have to find a job to ensure I could stay here and support myself, but for now I just wanted rest. I would worry about all of that tomorrow.
I slipped my shoes off and drearily stared into the evening sky. My eyelids felt just as heavy as my heart. Bra entered my mind and I immediately remembered her photo. I reached over to my bag near my bedside and pulled it out. She was the person I would undoubtedly miss the most. I looked over her photo and felt my chest tighten a bit. I placed the photo carefully on my bedside table and rested my head on my pillow. Closing my eyes, I thought about the moment she ran away from me the last night I saw her. The hurtful words I had said played like a broken record in the back of my head. I had caused her tears and pain, but worst of all I had deliberately broken her heart. That was something I would always regret. I couldn't undo my actions, but I promised myself I would make it up to her when I returned. I only hoped she would be able to forgive me.
oOoOoOo
It was evening now. The hint of the moon could be seen slightly near the horizon. The sun shown brightly, warming me as I sat near the small stream that ran through the woods near my home. Goten and I had found this place together one day when we were exploring the woods. I wasn't much of a sucker for adventure, but when it came to winter, it was different. Being in the woods during this time was hauntingly beautiful. The way the long shadows cast themselves over the earth and the soft sound of the stream as it made its way to places unknown. Where that water would end up, I didn't know, but it was things like this that came to mind as I sat here thinking. The rustling of the last leaves hanging on to the branches could be heard as a sharp, cold breeze made its way through the woods. I snuggled tighter into my jacket and brushed my scarf over my shoulder to shield my face. The sun's rays shown through the horizon of trees and warmed me as it cast intricate beauty over everything it touched.
"Why did you leave me here Goten?" I asked, my voice barely audible. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes. I just didn't have enough strength to fight them back. A few tears rolled down my ice cold cheeks.
I heard the sound of twigs breaking behind me and quickly wiped my eyes. I could sense someone was here. I turned around to see Gohan. He was the last person I thought would find me here. "Bra?" he asked. I wiped my eyes once more just to be sure the traces of tears had been wiped clean. "Gohan? What are you doing here?"
"Hey kiddo. I was worried about you is all." Gohan of course had a huge heart, just like his father. I wasn't his daughter, but with Pan and I being best friends and our families being so close, he treated us just the same. I half-smiled at the older Son.
He walked over and sat next to me, the sun lighting up his face as he stepped out of the shady forest. I turned my gaze back to the horizon. I wondered if Goten was watching the sunset wherever he was.
"How are you holding up?" he asked. Without saying it, I knew he had realized my feelings for his younger brother. I didn't care if anyone knew now, I didn't care about concealing it anymore. The way I reacted back at the house had been a huge indicator of my feelings for him. But alas, my feelings for him did not matter now. Goten was long gone.
"I'm okay," I said half-heartedly. I cursed myself for sounding so insensitive. "I know it's been a tough day for you kiddo, it'll get better in time," he encouraged.
"I hope so," I muttered.
"There was something I wanted to tell you Bra," he said.
"Go ahead," I insisted.
"Well the thing is, I'm not sure if I should tell you, but I feel that it's something I need you to know." Gohan had my full attention now. I couldn't decide if it was good or bad, I felt my stomach begin to turn yet again. I didn't know how much more of these talks I could bear.
I stared up at him, my face blank because I didn't know whether to smile or frown. "Goten came to me a few weeks ago. It was before everything happened with Paris. He told me something, obviously it was meant to stay between us, but who knows when Goten will be back. I just can't stand the thought of you having to suffer through each day wondering why he left and tormenting yourself over everything that happened." He paused. "What is it?" I asked nonchalantly, I couldn't take the suspense.
"He told me that he.. that he loved you." I stared at Gohan unblinking. Not one emotion ran through my being because there just wasn't anything to feel. I heard the words, but my mind couldn't comprehend why Goten would have said that. He loved Paris obviously. He left because she broke his heart, and because I was a shitty friend. It just didn't make any sense to me. I took a deep breath. Hearing something like that would have once made my heart skip for joy, but now, I felt nothing.
"You're wrong," I said. "He loved Paris. Why would he say he loved me?"
"I know this is weird to hear Bra, but you needed to know. I don't understand any of this myself. He met up with Paris to break up with her," he said. "I know he wanted to be with you." I wanted to believe him. Gohan wasn't someone who lied, but those words sounded almost unreal.
"Let's say you're right, Gohan. Let's say Goten did love me. Then why did he leave?" I asked, my voice shaking and tears filling my eyes once again. I looked up, blinking repeatedly, in hopes of getting rid of the tears without him noticing. When had I become such an emotional wreck?
"I really don't know, Bra," he sighed. "Perhaps he just needed time for himself."
"If it were true then, I'm pretty sure it's too late to fix things now," I said emptily.
I raised up off the ground and brushed myself off. The soft crunching of leaves under my feet were heard as I walked away. With my back to Gohan, I was just about to blast off. He interrupted, "I know you love him Bra and I know he hurt you, just don't give up on the idea yet. I truly believe you two will find your way to each other."
"We'll see," I said. And with that, I took to the sky. The sun was quickly falling and from the lack of sleep I had in the past few days. I knew I would pass out as soon as my head hit the pillow. I wasn't complaining, the longer I went without sleep, the less torment I had to endure at night while my brain went a mile a minute.
I landed on my balcony. I guess I'm going to be making a habit of this. Goten had only been gone a day and already my behavior had changed drastically. My vision blurred and for a moment I thought I was going to pass out. As quick as my vision became distorted, it was back to normal. I hadn't been feeling well lately. It was beginning to worry me. Maybe I was actually coming down with something. I couldn't remember the last time I was sick.
I opened the door to my balcony and out of nowhere an envelope dropped on the floor. "What's this?" I murmured to myself.
I squinted but it was too dark to see. I reached over and pulled the cord to my bedside lamp. A low light illuminated my room. I glanced over to the floor and picked up the small envelope, turning it over I saw my name written in calligraphy. My heart stopped for a second. This was Goten's handwriting. The letter trembled in my hand as my nerves got the best of me. Did he leave this for me to find? When did he come by here?
I sat down on my bed and stared at the envelope. I tilted it in the light and saw the ink glisten ever so slightly. I must've looked at my name written on that envelope for a good ten minutes before I had the guts to open it. I slid the flap out of its hiding place where it had been carefully tucked away. I gently pinched the folded paper and pulled it out of the envelope. I took a deep breath preparing myself for the words that would be written inside. Was it more harsh words? Would he apologize for what he had done? Would he tell me he loved me as Gohan had so clearly revealed?
I lifted the flap of paper, and was surprised to see only four words written inside.
Please wait for me.
A/N: I have a habit of naming chapters after songs whose lyrics I feel fit/describe the chapter. That being said, I named this one after That Moon Song by Gregory Alan Isakov. Wonderful song. Anyway, I probably won't be updating as often as I was, but I'm definitely working on finishing this story. I'll try to get the new chapters up as quick as I can, just be patient and check my profile for updates. Thank you and don't forget to review!