Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Life Through the Looking Glass ❯ Life Through the Looking Glass ( Chapter 30 )

Life seemed to speed up and slow down at the same time for us. I didn't know if it was stopping or going, but at the time, it didn't matter. Trunks and I were in love. Carina and Trunks forever. We would marry, we would have children, just the way our parents had planned it. My whole life I had been against this, and here I was, fallen in love with a man I once thought was gay. But, I guess that this was what needed to happen. I couldn't stop it, and I couldn't see it coming. I just had to go along with it. It wasn't as if I knew this was going to happen, but I do wish I could have seen it, because then I would have known what to expect. But here I was, at school with the man I was to marry. In two years. Two years and him and I would be one. Nobody here knew that yet, nobody but the two of us. Trunks and I had been made for each other, I knew it in my heart, and this was it.

 

When the bell rang we hardly heard it. It took a few moments for our minds to register that the class was emptying, but when we did, we both stood and began to pack our things; the very little we took out. During this time, our eyes still never left the others. We were both headed off to our next class neither wanting to leave the other. But it was something that must be done. We would have the rest of our lives together as Carina and Trunks. Trunks and Carina. However he thought it should be, that was how it would be. Now and Forever.

 

Upon leaving the classroom together, I didn't notice the stares that I was receiving, and neither did Trunks; for we could not even see the stares that Trunks was getting, moving in on a new girl when him and Marron were still dating (at this time, the congregation doesn't know that Trunks and Marron broke-up). It didn't matter though. He was mine forever. But to make me his, to make Carina his, I had to give up the last bit of Pan that was left in me. And so, I handed him a piece of paper and walked away, onto my next class, to leave him in question of what it meant.

 

 

Life Through the Looking Glass

 

So far beyond comprehension

The lives that we see

Looking through an hour-glass

Into a world that we seek

 

Everyone has their cross to bear

They always wear a mask

You want to be just like them

This is why I ask.

 

You cry every night

In a world not quite your own

Wanting a different life

Speaking a different tone

 

Finally crossing into that world

Becoming just like me

Always living a lie

Something no one can see

 

Wanting to be yourself again

But that's something you cannot do

You chose to live a lie

This is something you must go through

 

Finally excepting the truth

That here you shall remain

No longer yourself

You bow your head in shame.