The last kiss
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HI!
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Finally, after the long vacation, I have my computer back * PC very tight *
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So .. so I'll start a new FF.
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Have fun
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Lg GalaxiGirl
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Background: Vegeta still lives with Bulma, but she is still together with Yamcha
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It is 12 o'clock. the sun is high in the sky. Sun rays tickle me ... but where is the warmth? - I don't feel it ... not anymore .... Now I am sitting on the old park bench under the linden tree, where it all started, but now ... everything is somehow different. The linden tree seems to have become a weeping willow. It is midsummer, but its branches fall crooked, almost crying ...
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I wait, wait for him. Waited longingly, but now ... Everything feels so empty, so cold.
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I can already see him. He comes up to me. My heart beats for excitement ... not like before, not out of passion.I look into his pretty face, he smiles happily and nods to me. My heart ... it hurts so much. With every step he gets closer, closer to me ... I feel further away, feel lonely and alone. "Hello!" he'll be with me in a moment ... I want to answer him ... what ... I can't ... something seems to be constricting my chest ... I just nod and put a forced smile on my face. Smile ... I forgot that for a long time ...
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He stands in front of me. The sun is blinding, I can't see his face, his reaction to my unusual greeting ...
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Still standing, he holds out a bouquet of white roses in my hand. I want to get up and kiss him, as passionately as ever .. my knees ... they are so soft I can't. "I love you!" .... what? .... what did he just say .... why don't I jump up and hang around his neck? ... I ... I can't, .. but I will answer: "I ..." what's the matter .... "I ........ Thank you!"I take the roses, absentmindedly look at them, and set them aside.
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He's disappointed, I can tell from him. Why doesn't he sit down? He makes me very nervous .. was the reaction wrong? ...
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He grabs my hand and squeezes it lovingly, but .. I just feel cold ... Startled, I pull my hand back. The look from him speaks volumes. He sits down next to me, stares at the floor.
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I want to say something, but at that moment he turns his head on the other side ... I feel a stabbing pain in my chest ... My heart hurts so ... I can no longer ... what is it go ... something has changed ... normally I always trembled when I saw him because I was always looking forward to him, but now ... I am trembling with fear ... but what am I afraid of? ?
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I can catch a sad look from him. I have to do something .. say something ... "I'm so sorry if I reacted badly. Don't be mad at me. It has nothing to do with you.I'm just not quite there today ... Can you forgive me again? "... what am I saying ..." And you are certainly not angry with me or something? "Why is he giving me such a questioning, almost scrutinizing look? I don't understand ..." No? How did you get to that? "" Well then, be forgiven. "Now a big grin spread over his face again. I don't feel well. As if I had just betrayed my feelings and myself.
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He keeps sliding over to me, putting his hand lovingly on my knee. Startled, I keep sliding away from him. ... This touch ... she was so ... so strange, although I used to love being touched by him so lovingly .... Not only he is amazed about my behavior, I am too ... I don't even know myself like that. "What have you got? Did I do something wrong?" "No, no, .. I'm sorry, as I said .... I'm not quite at my point today." I say meekly, I barely add "Sorry".<br />
I slide closer again. Lay my head on his chest. He puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me close. Certainly loving and gentle, but for me this hug is rather overwhelming .... I only feel emptiness that spread more and more around my heart. Once it was on fire. On fire for this young man sitting next to me ... but now ... my heart is frozen. The light has gone out. I don't feel anything for him anymore. It's certainly not a rejection, or aversion to him, it's just ... it's ... I just don't feel anything anymore ...
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After a few minutes he moved a little so that I could no longer lean on his shoulder. Our two faces are close to each other. I feel his warm breath on my skin. She makes me tremble. Not out of passion as in the past, ... just out of discomfort. He looks me in the eye lovingly. His look is almost pleading or hoping. I don't understand this look. He gently touches my face and pulls it closer and closer.Until he closes his eyes and presses his moist, warm lips against mine. I can't enjoy these wonderful kisses from him like usual and stare at him with big eyes. I don't feel anything .... My lips are numb - I just let it happen. Until he looks up again. Sad. His look is more than just sad and disappointed. "Yamcha I ..." "No! ... you don't need to say anything more ...", he stands up, I did the same. "... I've noticed it for a long time ... I just didn't want it to be true. -Your heart has stopped beating for me for a long time ..." "But ..." "You know Bulma ... . The color white means hope ... I thought our relationship had a little hope, hence the white roses ... it seems I was wrong ... I'm sorry. "" But Yamcha, me. .. ".. I don't want it to be true what he just said. Was that the end of our relationship? ... Yes, it seems ... wasn't that what I wanted inside? .....Then why do his words hurt so much. Before, I felt emptiness in my heart, now only pain, which gets bigger and bigger with every word from him. I can't hold on anymore Tears run down my cheeks. "Don't cry. You know it, and I know it. It's better that way," as he said this as lovingly as he could, he gently and gently wiped the tears from my face. I can't help it anymore. I hug him ... one last time ... I hug him tightly ... He gently strokes my head and holds me tight.
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After a few minutes we part again, you also seem to have tears close to him. "Let's end our relationship with this. There is no point in living the way we have before. In the last few days it was almost unbearable. Your thoughts weren't with me, regardless of whether we were doing something together, whether we were just talking to each other or whether we kissed. So let's part as friends, to love the old days.We had been through a lot of beautiful things. "" Yamcha, I love you .. so I mean .. "" I know what you mean. I also you. "I nodded one last time and was about to leave when he called my name again." Bulma! " "Yes? , I turn around in amazement. "Do I get one last kiss ... goodbye?" I just don't answer, ... walk up to him, ... put my arms on his chest and kiss him gently on the mouth. There is certainly a lot of tenderness in this kiss, but no more passion, not like before. It's just a friendly kiss goodbye.
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Yamcha broke the kiss first. Took the bouquet of white roses, broke off one of the roses and put it lovingly in his jacket pocket. Then he handed the bouquet to Bulma and said goodbye: "You will always be my first great love. But now go home to the three people you love and who love you." With that he turned around and walked away. I watch him for a long time.Only now do I realize that this was the end of our relationship. The absolute off. It will never be the same again. This was finally the last kiss ..........
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Bulma had now realized that it was over between them. She had known for a long time that she no longer had any feelings for Yamcha. She was just amazed that he noticed this so quickly. At first she didn't want it to be true herself. She had had such a wonderful time with him that she simply didn't want to admit that she didn't feel anything for him anymore.
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She was glad that he had taken the first step. Now she could make her way home. But one thing made her wonder. > What did Yamcha mean with "........ go home to the THREE people you love!" Mom and Dad were 2 of them, who was person number three? ............ . <
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So ... how did you like it ... is something different.
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Hm ... now I only have one question:
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Should the Storry end here orshould Bulma remain in the dark who the "THIRD" person is ... or should I build up this story and write several parts?
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So your opinion is asked. One piece, or prologue to a love / relationship storm?
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HM......
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I would be very happy if you write me your opinion. Either as a comment or by e-mail: tanzhasi007@hotmail.com
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In love
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GalaxiGirl
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