Chapter: We called it love / 10

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) <br />
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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 ..... <br />
What was I thinking again? Future? For me and Trunks? For me and my brother? <br />
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. <br />
Siblings ... <br />
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.<br />
I was always `The Little One` or` Bra-chan` <br />
And yet I wanted to be so much more to him. <br />
I wanted to take his girlfriend's place, I was all alone and nobody was allowed to take away with Trunks. <br />
Yes ... that was what I was hoping for, but the voice of reason did not sound this time either. <br />
Inexorably, she made it clear to me that I was indulging in illusions, dreams, wishes ... <br />
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Suddenly the door opened and my mother came into the room. <br />
“Bra, darling, are you better?” She asked worriedly and hurried over to me. <br />
I tried to nod but I just felt miserable, every movement hurt and my throat felt awful as soon as I swallowed. <br />
Mother sat down next to me. <br />
"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.<br />
What could she have brought me to make me feel better? What I needed was my rest, my time to organize my thoughts. <br />
"Where ... is Trunks?" I asked softly, my voice little more than a whisper. <br />
"He's with Goten. He was terrified when you suddenly collapsed. Like all of us." <br />
I didn't say anything but looked out the window. With Goths ... by no means. <br />
I bet he was with his girlfriend again, with that stupid cow. <br />
My mother noticed that I wanted to be alone, she put a glass with juice on my desk and quietly left the room again. <br />
I stayed behind. <br />
Alone ... <br />
Alone with my thoughts, those terrible thoughts .... <br />
With hopes that no one could fulfill ... <br />
Without really noticing it, a tear made its way down my face .... <br />
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Was only a short part, the next one will be longer and come faster, I promise.