I'm so sorry that I haven't written for so long. I just don't get to it because I also have three other stories and sometimes I completely forget this FF. But recently I was reminded again by a particularly eager reader, * grin * and so here comes the next part. (Finally)

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When I woke up I was almost even more tired than before. I had one nightmare after the other, and again and again I was haunted by pictures of Trunks and his girlfriend. His stupid girlfriend .... She had stolen my trunks from me, she had blocked all my hopes for a future .....

What was I thinking again? Future? For me and Trunks? For me and my brother?

I knew very well that there would be no future for us, at least not one as I would like it to be. He was my brother, my blood, we knew each other from birth.

Siblings ...

How many times had I thought about it lately, shedding tears at the thought that I would never be more to him than his little sister.

I was always `The Little One` or` Bra-chan`

And yet I wanted to be so much more to him.

I wanted to take his girlfriend's place, I was all alone and nobody was allowed to take away with Trunks.

Yes ... that was what I was hoping for, but the voice of reason did not sound this time either.

Inexorably, she made it clear to me that I was indulging in illusions, dreams, wishes ...



Suddenly the door opened and my mother came into the room.

“Bra, darling, are you better?” She asked worriedly and hurried over to me.

I tried to nod but I just felt miserable, every movement hurt and my throat felt awful as soon as I swallowed.

Mother sat down next to me.

"I blame myself so much, I should have noticed that you were sick. I just work too much. I'm so sorry, my darling. Should I bring you anything?" I shook my head weakly.

What could she have brought me to make me feel better? What I needed was my rest, my time to organize my thoughts.

"Where ... is Trunks?" I asked softly, my voice little more than a whisper.

"He's with Goten. He was terrified when you suddenly collapsed. Like all of us."

I didn't say anything but looked out the window. With Goths ... by no means.

I bet he was with his girlfriend again, with that stupid cow.

My mother noticed that I wanted to be alone, she put a glass with juice on my desk and quietly left the room again.

I stayed behind.

Alone ...

Alone with my thoughts, those terrible thoughts ....

With hopes that no one could fulfill ...

Without really noticing it, a tear made its way down my face ....

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Was only a short part, the next one will be longer and come faster, I promise.