I think back to only a week ago, when my heart was broken. When I learned that the only thing I cared about, didn't care about me back.
~"I have to tell you something, Trunks." I said, a hint of nervousness in my voice. He replied smoothly. "Sure Goten, you know you can tell me anything." I breathed slowly, bracing myself for whatever may come. "I love you, Trunks, in that way. I have since you told me the definition of love." I smirked. Trunks had explained many things to me, even when he didn't know what it was himself.
"You what?!" He exclaimed. "Surely you can't be serious, Goten. I mean, me, I have - you, you have!" He stuttered, unable to form complete sentences. "I can't return those feelings. I just don't love you like that." His rejection. I feared it the most. My fear became my reality when he said it.
"Trunks.." I took a step toward him. He took a step back. "I thought you would understand." I kept walking forward until his back was against the wall. Trunks looked me in the eye. We were no more than a hair length's away now. I laid my hands on his shoulders, and pressed a kiss to his lips. He was shocked, I could feel it. It didn't last long, though.
Quick as lightning he smacked me backwards. My eyes threatened torrential rain, my ears rung violently. His face was a mask of fury. "How dare you? I told you I didn't love you. I considered us being friends still, but you've ruined it Goten. You've. Ruined. It." He said, grasping my shirt by the collar. I didn't meet his eyes. He forced me to look at him.
"I never want to see you again. Never." Tears flowed freely down my face at this time. "I'm sorry. I can't help how I feel.." I whispered. Whispered before he punched me. Before Trunks threw me to the ground and flew off. Before I never saw him again.~
I stand here now, staring at the sun. It's a prefect day, yet I won't be able to enjoy the rest of it. In my hand is a small ball of ki. He never wanted to see me again, he said. He never will. I know he won't miss me. I torture myself, slowly cutting my wrists, open wounds bleeding viciously. I lick one of my wrists, feeling suddenly morbid.
"I'm so pathetic." I tell myself. "One week, and you're already dead." I smile at this. I talk back to myself. "It takes alot of courage to die." I close my eyes and place my hand to chest. My right hand glows gold as I burn away my thin shirt. Shirt gone, working on the flesh. I grit my teeth as the ki in my hand sets me to flame.
"I know the perfect way to die." I say, mentally. My voice is barely audible. "KA..."
"ME..."
"HA.."
"ME.."
"HA!" I screamed, my chest exploding as a kamehameha wave engulfs me. I hope Trunks is happy now.. I smile faintly before my body is completely obliterated.
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