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Geta ran down the aisle, on the way to the kitchen. He wasn't really wondering what Kameko had wanted to achieve with her message, but it had done something for him ... He wanted to finish with his life. Only through them did he realize that he no longer wanted this word with L.
It was enough for him to constantly feel the feeling of love in order to lose his loved one again. Why did he forget?
Why was he so quick to forget the hole that appeared after Mirabell's death? Now he could remember how it must feel when someone pierced your body without you being able to do anything about it ...
It was there again and it threatened to devour him ... With skin and hair, but now he finally didn't care. He had nothing left that would keep him alive ... Maybe he would be happier when he could finally live without feelings.
He opened the door to the kitchen and entered.Without paying attention that someone else was sitting in the room, he went to the refrigerator and took something out of Bind.
He didn't care what he ate, but his body needed something, especially after the sight of Kameko had woken him up again, which he had hoped he would finally forget.
"Who are you?" it came from the table in the corner and he finally took it.
At the table sat a bond girl in a light blue dress and looked at him searchingly.
"Who wants to know that?" he asked, looking at what he was holding in his hands.
´´Lean curd yogurt´´
He sighed and went back to the refrigerator. Why couldn't he come into a room where there wasn't anyone who just couldn't get it that he wanted to be alone.
"Marron!" she said and had to do it.
He could feel their eyes on him, but he didn't mind. should she stare at him like a madwoman. Everyone did that recently. Everyone pretended to be a mindless toddler, which has to be wrapped in cotton wool.Did he really deserve it?
"Geta." he said and just took the chocolate cake out of the freezer and got up. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm waiting for Bra."
What a conversation. He could almost rub one himself, but why? What was the point, whether he hated himself or not? Everyone else was already helping him in such a way that they relieved him of everything that might come.
"Aren't you the poor guy who was left sitting by that Kameko?"
And there was that name again: Kameko.
Why did everyone ask about her? Why couldn't he be left alone with his grief?
And why did his body fail him so badly that the very name she gave him shivered down his spine? Could at least his body be on his side and just leave it?
Maybe she was his drug ... his addiction that he had and that he was trying to get rid of ... Trying to get away to feel how attached he was to it."No." he said it so simply he almost believed it. “I'm her half-brother.” He took a knife from the drawer and approached Marron. "And you're the poor thing that Trunks left behind, aren't you?"
He had to say it. It had been the most natural answer to their tip, and he needed it, even if he found it terrible.
"Yes I am." she said, suddenly looking sad and angry at the same time.
He thought that was good. So there were people who weren't satisfied with their lives here. Don't bother with the halo nation that their life is great the way it is and when their world almost broke because of it.
They would rather bother with their lies than open their eyes and see that they would never have a perfect life.
"She just took my boyfriend off my feet. Without her we would be happy! Without her, I would be in Trunks arms. Without her ..."
"If she hadn't shown up, someone else would have come to take him away from you.If you can even call it that, after all, he never heard of you, "he said, sounding almost bored." So it's better that it turned out that way. "
He cut off a piece of the chocolate cake and began to cut it into small pieces. Actually it made a very good impression for its location ...
"But he and I just belonged together. We were perfect ..."
"There are no perfect relationships!" he said, bored, and put a piece of cake in his mouth. "Looks like you people to want something like that!"
"You are Vegeta's son, right?" she asked, rolling her eyes when he nodded. "That was clear. Tell me, is this depressive mood in your blood, or why you could be pounded in the bin."
"I have to admit that it makes a lot of sense because I only met my father a while ago and if you think I'm depressed, for me!" again he put a piece in his mouth.
"Seriously now ..." she looked at him, propped her elbows on the table and put her pot on her hands."What got over your liver for having such a dysfunctional relationship?"
He looked at her properly for the first time and raised his eyebrows.
"I finished with the bill?" he said matter-of-factly. "I don't have to do that to myself."
"I would have understood if you were in such a mood because Kameko is your ex, but since that is not the case ..."
"What would it explain?" he asked, looking at her seriously.
"Well I mean ... You can't say that this Kameko is ugly - even if I'm prettier - and it shouldn't be stupid either - which shouldn't mean that I'm stupid, but so be it. Me." it would have been better if she stayed with her guy ... He certainly didn't love her ... Or he didn't show her ... Definitely not, because even if a man often says he likes her, a simple "I love you" they don't say or they don't let them feel it ... Not on the physical level, I mean, but on the mental level ... but who knows what a junk that was. " she looked at him and cleared her throat when she saw his face."Which of course doesn't matter ..."
And it wasn't exactly that.
At least for him.
He wasn't listening to her anymore, but what she'd said had triggered something in him.
He knew ... Maybe he had known all along. Certainly, because his body had told him all along.
He might not have made her happy, or maybe he could, but more importantly:
He could try as much and as often as he wanted to forget her, he wouldn't make it because all that kept him alive was SHE.
Not training or anything, but simply YOU.
Even if it had hinted at him that she had tried to get in contact with him, but wasn't that what he wanted?
Didn't he want her to answer you?
And she had done it and just to suppress the fact that his whole body just wanted you, he had tried to hate her.
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