The rest of week was cozy. Vash and I spent most of our time together. We talked most of the time while we cuddled, in bed or the couch. We talked about my childhood and his. We talked about what we wanted out of life. Heck, we talked about everything we could. It seemed as if no subject was off limits. Well, almost. There was one subject I was afraid to bring up, but I finally did. I could not help it. I was very curious about it.
At the end of our wonderful week together, I brought up the subject of Vash's brother, Knives. The last time Vash talked about his brother was the night before he left to fight him.
I soon realized bringing up his brother was a big mistake, because that is when Vash began to pull away. He began to isolate himself from me. He went on long walks during the day when I was home. While I worked, he would just sit on my sofa. He would be there when I left and still be there when I returned.
I tried talking to him, but he would rarely answer me. I could feel the happiness we had shared at the beginning of the week slowly slipping away and I did not know what to do.
It saddened me. As soon as Vash and I began a relationship, it seemed like it was ending. I wanted the Vash I had known all these years back again. I wanted to see him smile and laugh again. The Vash living with me now was only a shell of the man he was.
It took me two more days to confront him.
"Vash," I said as I quietly approached him.
He did not respond at first. He just sat on the couch and stare at the wall.
"Vash," I said, trying again.
This time he turned to me. At first, he had the saddest expression I had ever seen on his handsome face. Then, he did the saddest thing he could have possibly done at that moment. He smiled up at me, but it never reached his aqua green eyes.
"Oh, hi Meryl," he said trying to sound cheerful.
"Vash, what's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing," he answered.
"Don't lie to me. I can tell something's wrong. You're pulling away from me."
Tears started to build up in my eyes and Vash's smile disappeared. He stood up and embraced me, holding me close to his chest.
"I can't tell you yet," he said in a somber voice. "I can't tell you what's bothering me."
"Does it have to do with Knives?" I asked.
There was a slight paused before Vash answered me. I knew he was debating whether to give me a real answer instead of his usual cryptic answer he use to give when Millie and I first started travelling with him.
"Yes," he answered simply.
"Oh," I said quietly.
Knowing that that I was all I was going to get from Vash, I began to cry. I could not help it. I loved him so much and he could not share all of his life with me. It was breaking my heart.
I felt Vash kiss my forehead before he tightened his arms around me, holding me closer to his body. His whispered word of 'I'm sorry' only made me cry more.
END OF BROKEN ANGEL