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Chapter 1 Goodbye, Trent

Kira's POV

This had to be a mistake. The love of my life can't be dead. Oh, how I wish it wasn't true. How could I've let him go to Mesogog's island alone? Okay, so he wasn't alone on the island, but I should have gone into the lab with him. I put my hands in my lap and look down as everyone else gets up from the funeral.

"How are you feeling," a voice asks me.

I look up to find that it's Conner. I want to yell, 'How am I feeling! Conner, how do you think I'm feeling? He's gone. Trent isn't coming back. Not even the most strategic dino technology can bring him back.' It won't come out though.

"I'm hanging," I say instead.

Conner looks down and then walks away. He had never been the real emotional type. Dr. O then comes up to me. His face is blank, so I can't tell what he was thinking. I hate it when I can't tell what's on his mind. It's a bit scary sometimes.

"Kira, I know there's nothing I can say or do to make you feel better," he says.

'You damn right there isn't,' I want to yell to him. Instead of yelling, tears roll down my face.

"But if you ever need to vent or just need someone to talk to, I'm here," Dr. O says.

"Thanks, Dr. O," I sob.

To my surprise, he puts his hand on my shoulder and then leaves. The service had ended about ten minutes ago. I wasn't looking forward to going home either. My parents were the last people I wanted giving me advice. The sad part about the whole thing was that they really had never approved of Trent and I, mostly because the burses on my arm that they thought he had given me. To tell you truth, some of them had been from him when he was the evil White Ranger. If only they knew what a great guy he was. I just collapsed on a bench. God, as if prom night wasn't hard enough.

"Hey, Kira," a voice says.

I nearly fall over at the sound.

"Ethan, you scared me," I say.

"Kira, you should really go home and sleep. I bet you haven't slept," he tells me.

I roll my eyes. He always has my best interest at heart though.

"I have too slept," I spat. "I slept for three hours after prom."

Just to let you know, prom was two days ago. Now I'm going to be reminded by Ethan.

"Yeah, and that was almost forty-eight hours ago," Ethan says.

"Alright, alright. I'm going home," I say.

There is no arguing with him. I know he's right, so I get up and we leave.


When I walk into the house, my parents are sitting in the living room waiting for me. I try not to notice them, but it's no good.

"Kira, can we talk to you for a second," Mom asks.

I stop and sigh, still not turning to look at them. 'There my parents,' I say to myself. 'They're supposed to be concerned about me.' I take a deep breath and turn to them.

"I'm really tired," I say.

"We understand sweetheart. We just want to let you know you can talk to us if you need to," Mom says.

I look at Dad as he clears his throat.

"Kira, even though your mother and I didn't agree of the relationship, we know you cared for Trent," he says.

"Thanks, Dad. That really means a lot, it does, but I'm just so tired right now," I yawn.

It was at that moment when I realized just how tired I really was.

"Of course you are. Get some rest," Mom says.

I turn and head to my room. My cell starts to ring as I close my bedroom door.

"Hello," I ask.

"Hey, Kira. I was just wondering how everything went when you got home," Conner says.

"Surprising well. They would've grown to love him. If only I would've…" I began.

I stop myself, knowing I couldn't. Conner knew what I wanted to say. It kind of shocked me that he did too.

"We couldn't tell our parents we were Rangers. I don't think we can ever tell them," Conner says.

"I know. Listen, Conner, I'm sorry for rushing you off, but I'm really tired," I apologize.

"I understand. Take care of yourself. Trent wouldn't want you beating yourself up like this," he says.

"I will," I tell him.

I hang up and my eyes immediately turn to my nightstand. There, bigger than daylight, is a picture of Trent and me at the cybercafé. With my eyes closed, I turned it around so that I couldn't see it. I hated doing it, but I couldn't stand to see his face... not yet anyway.


Ethan called me the next morning. He asked me to meet him and Conner at Dr. O's. I really didn't feel like it thought, but something told me to. I don't have my car yet, so Ethan picked me up.

"What's going on," I ask as I get in the passenger seat.

"You'll see," Ethan says.

I grin at the way he says this. If Ethan didn't want you to know something, you suffered until he wanted you to know.

"We're here," Ethan says as he cuts the engine.

I roll my eyes and get out. Before we reach the door, it opened to reveal Conner and Dr. O.

"Hey you two," Conner smiles.

Of course the both of them are looking at me this entire time.

"I'm fine," I say. "Really, I am."

"Come on in," Dr. O tells us.

For the first time in the year I've been to Dr. O's home, this was the first time I have been in his living room. I'll be the first to admit seeing a leather sofa shocked me.

"Kira, we thought you might want this," Dr. O tells me.

My eyes turn to his cupped hand as he pulls it up. I put my hands over my mouth when he reveals what was in it.

"His communicator," I gasp.

"They had given it to Anton first, but he thought Trent would want you to have it," Conner says.

I look down and start to cry. Ethan puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Damn, why didn't he come with Anton," I sob.

"Trent wouldn't want us mourning," Ethan says.

I look at him and give him a weak smile. He's right. He always was and probably always will be.

"He'd want us remembering the good times we had," Conner says.

I'm shock to hear Conner say this. I take a deep breath and nod.

"Yeah, you're right," I sigh.

"He was a great Ranger," Dr. O says.

"Yeah, even if he did start out evil," Conner laughs.

I look at him and give him an angry look. He bites his lip and looks down. I roll my eyes and start laughing. Conner looks up and he lowers his eyebrows.

"You're so bad," I laugh.

Before I know it, we're all laughing, remembering all the great times we had with Trent.

"Thanks, guys," I say as we begin to leave.

"I'm glad you had fun remembering the good times," Dr. O smiles.

"Drive safe," Conner says to Ethan.

"Always," Ethan laughs.


I visit Trent a couple of days later. I place the white roses down and take a deep breath.

"Trent, it's Kira. God, we all miss you. I do too. What hurts the most is that I never told you I loved you. So I'm telling you now. I love you," I say.

I clear my throat and wipe my eyes. We had never told each other we loved one another. I wish we had before this.

"I'm sure he did too," a voice says.

I gasp and turn my head. It was Anton Mercer.

"Oh, Dr. Mercer," I say.

I get up and try to act like I haven't been crying.

"Kira, call me Anton. Listen, I know this is a tough time for you. So if you ever need to talk, I'm here," he says.

"Thanks," I smile.

He puts his hand on my shoulder, and I look down. I don't know how it happened, but the next thing I remember, my head was buried in his chest, crying.


There will be one more chapter.