When Spring Came

12: Tide Turning

AN: I snuck in part of a quote from Tom Wambsgan in this chapter, if you spot it you get a cookie

Pan laid on the couch of her living room, her legs hanging from the arms of the sofa as she stared at the ceiling. In her mind, she contemplated the ongoing bet with Bulla. Though to Bulla it seemed as if Pan was being in denial about the nature of Trunks and Marron's relationship, Pan held it to be true that something was wrong.

Either the relationship was a rebound, or it was fabricated. There was just no possible way someone who was seemingly head over heels in love with one person could suddenly do a 180 pivot. To her, something still wasn't adding up. Pan doubts that it's something that Bulla fabricated. Pan had spent an entire year in space with Trunks when she was younger… she knows he was far too proud to succumb to Bulla's wishes over a bet.

She glanced at the article on her phone, her calf thudding against the arm of the sofa. Her brain attempted to connect some kind of line with the recent events and the Marron she knew. It wasn't adding up. She glanced over to the door, seeing her uncle peek at his head. Just the person she wanted to see.

"Hey Pan!" Goten exclaimed as he walked into the room, unannounced, as per usual.

Pan's onyx eyes looked over to the hybrid as he walked up to her, while she still laid down flat on the sofa. "Yo."

Goten cocked his head, seeing the down turned Pan, but attempted not to pay her much attention. She could just be in some kind of mood and Goten knows not to poke the bear when she's in a mood. "Where's your dad?"

"He's finishing up a lecture. What's up?" Pan asked as she perked her head up to look at Goten right side up. He was a bit more fidgety than normal, as if he had something important to do…

"Oh, nothin'… just needed to ask him something…" Goten hummed as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, looking around anxiously. "I could just come back later."

Pan knitted her brows. He was acting awfully strange. "I mean, you could just wait for him, he'll be out in a few," Pan said as she motioned her hand over to the sofa, calling him to sit beside her.

Goten let out a very vocal sigh, as he rubbed his pant legs, straightening them out. His fingers drumming against his knees, "Soo, how's my favorite niece doing?" He asked, as he leaned his head against Pan's shoulder.

Pan's eyes shifted over to the hybrid. He wasn't acting like his usual self. She decided to ignore it, letting out a huff. "One, I'm your only niece and two… I'm okay."

"What's up, girl troubles?" Goten asked, his eyes looking up at his niece.

Pan tilted her head in response. He wasn't totally off. "Kind of?" Pan began, before an idea slipped into her mind. And it was an idea that would definitely get Bulla just a bit peeved off, but if she was allowed to turn the tables in her favor… then this was fair game. "I have a question for you…"

Goten pursed his lips. Whenever Pan posed a question like that, it always had an ulterior motive as far as he knew. "Okay, shoot."

Pan managed to hide her smirk forming on the corner of her lip. "Don't you think it's kind of weird how Trunks and Marron got together?" She asked. "I just feel like it came out of nowhere."

Goten nodded slowly. He still did think the relationship was strange, but he was ultimately happy for both of them. It was for the best, given that Trunks had such a hard time dealing with his heartbreak from letting Mai go. "Yeah…" Goten replied. "But that's kind of how love works."

Pan scrunched her lips to the side, her voice laced in doubt. "I just think…" she began. "Well, I mean, I like Valese–" Pan interrupted herself as she pressed her nail against her lip, slightly gnawing it. How would she word this without being too obvious? "I kinda think you and Marron would have made a really cute couple."

Goten sat up, his brow quizzically arched at the suggestion. "Me… and Marron?" He asked incredulously.

"Yeah, I mean she's super pretty…and she's basically family," Pan said as she shrugged, feigning innocence. Her goal wasn't really to convince Goten to drop everything and go after her. It was just to simply plant a bug in his ear about Marron.

It wasn't a route Goten ever considered. Marron was just a friend who happened to be a girl. He never looked at her as anything but that. "I don't know, never considered that…"

Pan shrugged her shoulders as she leaned against the arm of the chair. "Maybe you should… y'know, if things don't work out with Valese," she responded, holding back a smirk.

Goten frowned, not appreciative of the comment. Why would she say such a thing to him? He and Valese were not in dire straits, so the lack of faith from a family member did not sit well with him. "That's awfully pessimistic, Pan," Goten said, folding his arms across his chest, his tone coming off quite offended. "Besides, why are you of all people mulling over Trunks and Marron's relationship?"

"Hey, call me a pessimist—I just don't see how a couple that's never kissed can last," Pan pointed out, as she crossed her arms. "I still stand by what I said," she said, turning her head to the side.

Goten paused, looking over at his niece, a bit of surprise in his face from the revelation. "How do you know they haven't kissed?" he asked. It was definitely a strange statement to make about the couple. "Are you stalking them?"

"Wha–no!" Pan exclaimed, "Don't you think it's strange how they have no pictures together on social media, no images of them kissing or anything of the sort?"

"No, Pan… I don't," Goten grumbled, rolling his eyes. "They may just want to be private about things."

"When has Trunks been private about anything? Pan scoffed as she asked, her arms crossed against her chest. This was such bullshit. Was she the only person thinking that this was all fake?

"You think you know my best friend better than me?" Goten asked as he inched closer to his niece's face.

Pan scrunched her nose, turning her head from him. "No, but I know bullshit when I smell it."

Thanks to the help of a helpful little droid, Bulla now is aptly aware of the true nature of Trunks and Marron's relationship. That however– did not deter the teen from her end goal. She is her father's daughter after all, and she is stubborn enough to force them to fall in love by all means necessary. This was what Bulla decided, and she had the perfect excuse to make her devious plan a success. Only a few days prior, Bulla had devised the perfect plan…

Bulla found herself nestled in Marron's apartment, laying back on her plush white couch with her feet propped up on the wooden coffee table. A thick blanket covering her and her older friend.

Bulla had convinced Marron to start tuning in to her favorite show: Mr. Eligible. Bulla had gotten on a kick of watching the reality show after her classmates kept gushing over the man in the show: Garmant. Bulla wouldn't lie, the man's appearance reminded her of a certain hybrid Saiyan she'd been crushing on.

He's easy on the eyes, but it's not Goten. Bulla would think as she stared at the tall man with deep black hair and somewhat muscular build. Marron waltzed over to the couch slumping down, her hair was tied up in a messy bun and sported a pair of silk pajamas. She had a bottle of wine in hand as she handed Bulla a strawberry mocktail.

"You ready?" Marron asked as she settled beside the teen pouring a glass for herself. "Who do you think is getting kicked this episode?" Marron continued, a guile grin on her lips.

"Oh Shewca for sure," Bulla giggled as she took a small sip from the carbonated concoction Marron had come up with. It was bright and sugary, just the way Bulla liked it. "That girl is on thin ice after what she did to Peelo, I mean come on…Garmant gave Peelo the group date rose and Shewca proceeds to cause drama…"

"Immediately no," Marron chimed in. "She should have kept her mouth shut."

"Right!" Bulla replied, throwing some popcorn into her mouth as the previews for the episode began to run. Familiar faces, saying some choppy cut up lines flashed the screen ready to drum up any sort of suspense.

It seemed they were filming off the coast of Yahhoy, talking about a potential one-on-one date. Bulla watched the screen carefully, listening out for any reactions from Marron. They inched closer to the one-on-one reveal, as a man came into the room with a golden envelope.

"Peelo, will you be my queen tonight?"

Marron squealed, as she pushed lightly on Bulla's shoulder. "I told you!" She exclaimed, a smile on the blonde's lips. "Peelo is going to make it to the end, I swear."

Bulla watched Marron carefully as Peelo was taken out on a lavish date though all of Yahhoy – the city was beautiful. Gorgeous white buildings lined the screen as the pink-haired woman walked about with shopping bags and being treated to essentially a girl's dream self care date – with the added bonus of seeing their lover at the end of the night.

"Wouldn't you love a date like that?" Bulla giggled, her eyes darting from the screen to Marron.

"Sure, who wouldn't?!" Marron exclaimed, "shopping, spa and dinner…in a gorgeous place like that!"

Bulla smirked as she looked back at the screen "I mean hey, it's all TV right?"

Marron chuckled as she took a sip of her drink. "Yeah, but it doesn't mean that the right person can't make it happen, am I right?"

"Right…" Bulla hummed.

Bulla now was in front of her laptop, holding a nice titanium black card in her hand with her brother's name engraved on the bottom left. The ultimate sign of wealth, of course any Briefs over the age of eighteen had it already in their grasp. Bulla, however, was seventeen and needed to resort to different methods. She managed to swipe the card out of his wallet as he showered and hid it in her room…unshockingly he hadn't come looking for it – as per usual – he's absent minded. It was a surprise he hadn't run the company into the ground.

She was going to create the most perfect day for Marron, and get that picture she so desperately needed to prove to Pan that Trunks and Marron were indeed an item. As she glanced down at the green button, she finalized the purchases and sat back on her bed. A devious grin lacing her lips.

It took Trunks approximately thirty minutes, before he began getting calls from his banks and concierge informing him of unusual activity. It was like clockwork, he came stumbling into Bulla's room, with a clear what the hell kind of expression struck across his face.

"You said you wanted my help with Marron, you're welcome. "

"Eight hundred thousand zeni…" Trunks slowly began as he approached his sister who laid with her hands locked behind her head, in a relaxed pose.

"Look, don't you love Marron?" Bulla asked, knowing well what the real answer to that question was. "If you do, you're going to follow through with my plan – okay?"

Trunks watched Bulla carefully, her choice of words was…interesting. Trunks wanted to ask more about it, but held back. "Okay, walk me through it…"

"You'll be in Yahhoy for the whole day on Saturday– and you are going to give your girlfriend a fairy tale date," Bulla responded, looking at her fingernails. "So turn on the charm lover boy."

"Marron doesn't like over the top dates," Trunks said slowly, his eyes squinting at Bulla. Did she just land in him a hole that he wouldn't be able to get out of?

Bulla sat up, almost insulted; he dared imply she was wrong. "Trunks you are going to trust me , now get out of my room! "

The coordination was immaculate, somehow as Marron received a bouquet of flowers in the mail telling her to look out the window as early as seven in the morning – she found a limousine waiting for her – Marron was resistant at first, given she was about to tell Trunks off on just how utterly ridiculous the entire ordeal was when she got a text from Bulla. Now…Marron was skeptical, but given the teenager was up unusually early she quickly figured she had something to do with it all… but it was all under Trunks' name, even the chauffeur was referring to Trunks as he came to pick her up.

It was suspicious, but Marron was not afraid of any regular humans – she was weak in relation to the overpowered alien hybrids she knew – but she was still trained to kick some ass when absolutely necessary. But as she approached the seaside city of Yahhoy, an inkling of familiarity began to settle through her.

Didn't she just see this a few days ago? She was dragged from store to store picking up luxury item after luxury item – a perfume here, a lotion there, multiple pairs of designer clothes and shoes. All without having to spend a single Zeni…it was unusual, and she was unsure as to why she was being dragged along or why Trunks would suddenly pull a stunt like this. She didn't have much of a choice, it was as if every store she went to was expecting her.

And, even for an excruciatingly long time, being prepped in ways that she has only scene high fashion models be prepped before getting on the runway. And before she could even process her entire day from morning until that late afternoon, she found herself waiting beside a dock to be picked up by who could only assume was Trunks himself.

Marron glanced up at the view that met her off the coast of Yahhoy, a yacht half the size of cruise ship pulled into port. There was something so familiar about the events that transpired today, but Marron couldn't quite put her finger on it, the sudden shopping trip, the location, even the way butlers lined the dock and guided her into the yacht.

She cautiously walked into the boat to find Trunks standing in the atrium of an impressive structure, lined with sweeping views of the beach city and ocean. She couldn't lie…the view was breathtaking, and it almost soothed the frustration of the over-the-top nature of this date. Marron's hands laid at her waist, nervously playing with her long manicured nails, attempting to lower her head from Trunks, hoping her hair would cover her shy expression.

He hesitated to speak, unsure what her thoughts were as he observed the blonde's sky blue dress. The fabric clung nicely to the curvature of her body, while cut out to expose the entirety of her midriff in the process. Trunks wouldn't dare let his eyes linger as he looked away again from the tempting imagery.

"You look nice," Trunks said as he turned from her glancing out to the window, listening closely as Marron approached him.

"Was this your idea?" Marron cut straight to the chase, as she stood beside him, pulling the loose blonde tresses to the side. "I don't take you as the kind to pull a stunt like this, not this coordinated anyway."

Trunks feigned shock, another insult? He wasn't even remotely shocked – he wanted to retort back but the minute he looked back over to her and met her eyes the entire world stopped. Her skin was glowing, and her lips seemed as delectably kissable as that evening. His mind couldn't tear from the night at the atrium. How long had it been since he was inches away from kissing her? A week? Two weeks? Marron had hardly spoken to until Bulla made this ridiculous date in the first place.

The surge of emotions were flooding back to him from that evening – kicking himself as he tried to ignore the incessant conscious thought over and over. "No, I'm not," Trunks responded, receiving a surprised response from the woman. He wasn't going to fight it? "Not totally anyway."

"So you had some input," Marron replied amused. She assumed already that Bulla got the idea from their conversation a few days ago– there was no way Trunks was this sweeping romantic. Besides, she was never picturing him on that dream date with her, that was a luxury reserved to Goten – and to Marron, the tension on this so-called date was awkwardly forced for her. As much as she'd like to admit, her partner for the evening was indeed eye candy; it wasn't what she wanted.

"So we are going to have dinner?" Marron chuckled, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Yep, on that little island right over there," Trunks responded, pointing at the faint light not too far from the coast of Yahhoy. "You like seafood, right?" His question was laced with a tad bit of cheekiness, as if he already knew the answer to the question.

Marron rolled her eyes, a smile daring to grace her face. That small expression amused Trunks greatly, something he had surprisingly missed. "I grew up on an island, what do you think?" She asked.

"Well then I'm sure you won't be disappointed by the menu," Trunks replied in a bemused tone, as he held out his hand…inviting her to follow him. Marron cautiously eyed his extended hand, her hand gently laying in his grasp, noticing as he cocked his head towards the spiral staircase that seemingly lead to the upper deck.

Marron carefully walked up the white marble, following behind Trunks carefully. He was not in his usual attire, sporting white boat shorts and loose fitting white button up. "Hey, is this yacht yours?" Marron asked curiously as Trunks opened the door to the upper deck.

"It was as of three days ago," Trunks snorted, as he glanced down at Marron's heels. "You're gonna want to take those off."

Marron looked down to her strappy heels, a soft huff escaping past her lips. "Why?"

Trunks pressed his lips into a thin line, "well, unless you want to stumble and fall into the ocean–it's your prerogative."

Marron rolled her eyes as she sat down at a built in bench as she leaned down to undo the straps of both heels. As soon as she stood up, her height was drastically different to Trunks' as per usual when she wore anything that wasn't heels.

"Look at that, she's a shapeshifter" Trunks chuckled amusingly, as he helped guide her towards the observation deck. As they arrived, Marron's breath was caught in her throat from the overwhelming beauty of the ocean off of Yahhoy and the sorbet colored sky bringing everything together. As they stood there, the salty brine from the ocean air stung their noses…the burning ember from the sunset was resplendent against them as for a moment, Trunks forgot himself.

He glanced down to the awe-struck woman beside him, and in his lips a soft smile dared to crack through. Amused and enchanted from the view, her usual ivory skin warmed by the golden colors of the setting sun. Marron glanced over to him, her eyes meeting with his as the warmth from his chest rose up to the tips of his ears. "Have you been avoiding me?" Trunks finally came out and asked, causing Marron's peaceful expression to change.

"I don't know, have you?" Marron replied, tucking a strand of blonde.

Trunks pushed the now fluffy strands of lavender back, as he swallowed hard at the question. "That night…when we–"

Marron shook her head. "You don't need to talk about it."

"But, I think we do…" Trunks insisted, his gaze now meeting with hers. "Just like how you told me you wanted to be open and honest with one another, shouldn't we talk about it."

"What is there to talk about?" Marron asked, her gaze flicking away from his as the emotions that she'd manage to bury momentarily resurfaced. "We got carried away, it meant nothing."

The words stung and Trunks wasn't sure why. But his lips parted as the harsh reality of their situation came over him again. Why did he want it to mean something to Marron? Did it mean something to Trunks? "It's not the first time…" Trunks carefully said. He was treading on dangerous territory here, anything he could say can set Marron off.

"Are you talking about Monster Island?" Marron asked. "We drank too much," she brushed off, as she now folded her arms and turned back towards the view.

"Marron, I'm just–" Trunks' words were cut short from a harsh glare from the blonde.

Marron had just about enough of the implications here. She wasn't going to entertain the idea that she and him may actually feel anything other than disdain towards one another. "Trunks, I love Goten – I have always loved Goten…and the whole reason I'm here is because I love him ."

Trunks took a small step back. He'd almost forgotten the terms and conditions they agreed on…his whole purpose was getting those two together. "I'm not implying you don't love him," Trunks replied, somewhat exacerbated.

Marron paused, glancing at Trunks' face who's annoyance was clear as day. "Then why are you asking about that evening?" Marron asked.

"Because, you didn't stop me," Trunks said, now taking two steps closer to her. Marron could feel as her face grew a shade of red deeper. The soft wind of the ocean breeze dancing in his lavender locks, his hand on the railing just a smidge closer to hers.

"I–" Marron stopped herself, as her eyes locked on to him. "I don't know." She straightened herself out, turning her head away from him. "It doesn't matter though, I know that I–"

Before she could finish her sentence, Trunks leaned closer to her as his hands pressed on the railing behind her. Marron's eyes scattered as her gaze was now fixated on his chiseled chest. The smell of a light musk and the sea stuck to his skin, as he flicked his eyes around, Marron eyed him curiously. "What are you–?"

"There's a paparazzi," Trunks whispered as he attempted to obscure Marron from the view of whatever possible onlooker there was.

"Oh…" Marron whispered back as she pressed her forehead against his shirt. "You surprised me is all…"

Trunks looked down somewhat amused, as he led her back down the stairs. "It looks like the dinner will have to be inside," Trunks announced as his hand was still laying softly on her exposed waistline. "A bummer, my little planner had a ton prepared," Trunks said before looking back down to Marron once more. "Guess you'll just have to settle for boring old me ."

Marron snorted, she was sure Bulla had gone over the top with anything she may have prepared…given her day thus far. In the matter of minutes, a candlelit dinner was readied for the two and Marron carefully peered from the doorway to find waitstaff waiting for the both of them. Trunks crept up behind her, as she stepped into the room with views of the beautiful seaside city.

Marron settled into her seat. He was so serious just mere moments ago…what was with the sudden change of heart? The blonde glanced at the glass of chardonnay being poured by a member of the waitstaff, a iced tower filled with cracked oysters peeked through the mounds of ice and limes

"Did you make the menu?" Marron asked, curiosity line her voice as she held the small tongs in hand to pull her selection of an appetizer.

Trunks scoffed at her. "You think I'm talented enough to do that, I just trust the people I pay to do things for me," he said as he held the oyster shell in tow with the small fork to loosen up the oyster.

"Well anyway, they chose the most unattractive food for a date," Marron replied, staring directly at Trunks as he slurped the oyster away.

"Oysters are an aphrodisiac," Trunks pointed out, a cheekiness laced in his voice. He pointed the tiny fork at Marron, almost as if it were a trident, "you…aren't a know-it-all."

Marron rolled her eyes as she swallowed. The slimy texture was definitely for no novice, but given her years on Kame Island– eating this and all kinds of different seafood was like second nature to her. As she finished up placing the shells facing down.

The rest of the dinner continued without a hitch, Trunks…with his mouth too ridiculously full to truly concentrate on anything but the meal. Marron, undoubtedly, was used to such a thing…it probably was nice for him to indulge fully without having to worry of looking insane with the heaps of food he kept inhaling.

As the dinner drew to a close, Marron requested some chocolate covered strawberries. She glanced over to Trunks who still looked unsatiable but decided to call it quits as the waitstaff and kitchen staff both had a look of desperation with every passing moment.

"I'm sorry about bringing up the dinner at my parent's…I was just–" Trunks began trying to choose his words very carefully. " ...curious on where your mind was…"

Marron let out a somewhat exasperated sigh. It was nice to receive an apology for once, but it was still resurfacing a memory she wasn't keen on acknowledging. "Like I said, I don't know," Marron replied, grabbing a glass of water, "things were just moving– I don't want you to misinterpret me…I do not see you as anything aside from my friend and I expect the same from you."

"And I do–" Trunks began, his eyes looking off towards the ground. He found it immeasurably difficult to look her in the eye now. "I've held my stance–"

Marron stirred her glass of white wine, her eyes drilling into his skull. "You've held your stance but disrespected mine…" Marron responded as she began to sip.

Trunks' eyes now met with her face, watching as she silently drank her wine. His mouth agape at her statement, "what do you–"

Marron set her glass down, grabbing a napkin from the table and patting the corner of her lip. "I don't think you understood what I meant when I said that I do not like over the top acts of love– not that this is anything like that anyway."

Trunks opened and closed his mouth like a fish, but nothing was coming out. She was bringing it back to that? "Marron you know damn well …I didn't make this happen!" Trunks exclaimed, his hands waving around to exaggerate the giant yacht they were currently seated in. "My sister went based on what you told her."

"Oh my god, Trunks," Marron pushed her hair back in frustration. "Bulla based it off a date I said was cute from Mr. Eligible," she groaned, "I didn't ask to live it."

Trunks paused, staring at Marron blankly. She was taken out on an elaborate shopping trip, spa and dinner…what kind of woman didn't like something like that? Trunks failed to see the issue. "What is so wrong about all of this?"

"I-It's so fabricated !" Marron exclaimed, her hands up in the air from frustration.

"This relationship is fucking fabricated!" Trunks snapped back. His throat was burning from the frustration beginning to bubble from his chest. "Literally the entire point of it is to be as unbelievable as possible – what is the problem with it now that it's like that?"

At this point, there was a bit of seething coming from Trunks' end, Marron could feel his ki fluctuate ever-so slightly from the anger. The shock settled over her as his gaze bore into her. Marron stood up from her seat, she was not about to be subject to this kind of conversation.

"I'm going," Marron replied, pushing her seat as Trunks stood up from his seat. "You can finish up but I'm going home... I'll email your assistant the receipts for everything."

"Marron, wait," Trunks said as he walked closer to her.

"We aren't doing this right now," Marron shook her head. Her mind was thrashing trying to make sense of her own emotions. Why was she so upset? Why did she feel like she was about to start crying? Marron took a sharp breath in, her eyes looking up towards the chandelier in a desperate attempt to stop the tears from ruining her makeup.

Trunks stood still, watching as the blonde tried to overtake her sudden emotional outburst. The tip of her nose and cheeks were flushed red, much like the night of his return… "You know," Marron began silently, "I hate making a commotion," she said softly, wiping a single off her cheek.

"Well you must be feeling a lot if you're letting it all bottle up," Trunks said as he stepped just a bit closer to Marron, offering a clean handkerchief. "What's got you like this?" His voice was soft, and she could feel her mind at war with itself as she looked down at his hand.

"It's not your–" Marron began before being cut off by Trunks.

"Not my business, yeah, okay," Trunks huffed out noticing as she didn't take the handkerchief. "Even if we aren't real, even if it's fabricated – I care."

Trunks' words thrummed though Marron's heart, sending chills in multitude down her spine. Why? Marron's eyes blinked with tears solemnly rolling down her cheeks. How did he manage to manipulate her heartstrings with such ease? "I just–" Marron heaved out a heavy breath. "I wish it were Goten–" she said her words with an air of trepidation, as if she was afraid to say what was truly in her subconscious. But even the words she just uttered was an admission of defeat.

It was sudden. A switch inside of her – the fear that she'd had became louder, thundering in her head. "I want it to be Goten, I always wanted it to be Goten," Marron cried out, her tears streaming down her cheeks, her makeup officially ruined by the tears. "I didn't want–"Her breath hitched as she pressed her lips into a thin line. Was she beyond saving? No. But there she was, caught in Trunks' arms. She was finding comfort, seeking him out – and he was there open and ready for whatever crazed emotional state she found herself in.

"Marron, it will be him," Trunks responded, his hands softly playing with the ends of her hair. "You need to trust that it will be," he sighed as he pulled her from him. Why did the words feel like such a betrayal?

Marron nodded at his words, but it wasn't what she wanted to hear. None of this is what she wanted to hear. She turned on her heel. "I think I really should go," Marron replied, as she looked outside.

"I'll get a chauffeur to take you back to West City," he murmured, "and just keep the stuff, consider it a gift for all the trouble today."

Marron pressed her lips in a thin line, all she could do was nod silently. It took a moment but the luxury black capsule vehicle arrived to take her back to her home. As she sat she looked at her surroundings, feeling her breath shaky as she began to sob out, clutching her heart.

Marron was desperately afraid…that she may be starting to fall in love with the wrong person.

AN: After a whole week of slaving away at my keyboard...I finally finished this damn chapter. It went in a slightly different direction than what I originally planned but I am pretty satisfied with it :p I should have some fanart soon that I will be sharing, I don't know when it's coming but it's coming sometime in the next month or two (for this fic no less)

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