Acceptance

He turned—and his heart nearly stopped. The little silhouette in the doorway could only belong to one person. Trunks felt his insides freeze over. What was going on? Was this a ghost, a hallucination? Was Gohan…

And then the form was running towards him and Trunks dropped to one knee instinctively. Gohan leapt at him, wrapping small arms around his torso, face pressed right up to his chest. Trunks hugged back just as hard, his head resting on top of Gohan’s. He was awake. He was alive.

Gohan pulled away from his just a little bit to look up at him, and as Trunks looked down, the whole world caught fire.

It may just have been the sunrise coming through the window, painting the room all red and gold, but more likely it was Gohan, pushing himself up on tiptoes to press their mouths together. Everything seemed just so much more real all of the sudden, but at the same time it was all completely insignificant.

He kissed Gohan back and for the first time in a long, long time, Trunks truly believed that everything was going to be alright.