What Dragon Ball Episode Does Bulme Shower

rain

- And if you can not?

- You can not not be able to ...

- And if I can not?

He noted the panic in her voice, her questions in his eyes - as if it was only panic, hugging his body and he can not help but be annoyed. He knows she is aware, and she lets them go anyway before him - she called to let them go, for he feels his eyes glaring upon him, overwhelmed with a kind of feverish nervousness - and he wants it known that it moved, especially with the summer already moved, the torpor of summer, the street deserted and their table in the sun .

- if I can not - I think I really can not. I wanted to tell you about it because you're the alone - I mean, I could not talk to others, to someone else.

She annoys, and saw his eyes dilate still facing this annoyance, as if she lived on them to increase the nervousness in his eyes, his voice. He would tell her she talks too much, that's enough. He already sees his face close to a coup, his features harden like a statue. He is silent. He feels it is listened, she does not need him as a necessary presence to listening to herself.

- I know you think I am privileged . This is not the issue. I'm not complaining. I'm just saying I can not, I ask you, if you've never thought that it was possible not to.

He said that it expected to debit, as a monotonous voice on a recording repeatedly rehashed the same reassurance. You have all , you have no reason to ... but she interrupts him. She interrupts him to say nothing. She has the body stuck in the heat, she feels she can never get up, it froze on the chair and its members to become heavier every moment more. She feels trapped. She would say she choked - he feels she is choking, it is perhaps not really choking, but a kind of inertia that swells inside her body, slows his every move, making them painful. She would tell him about the time of the summer: a mass flaccid, flimsy, in which it is allowed to flow gradually, until the days and nights confused,-until such time as s abolishes its own slow pace, she feels in her body as a syrupy liquid and very sweet, he distends his flesh, she would tell her, she begins to feel old , yes it is strange, it is very young, but too many memories s'ammasent it now, scattered confusing, too many dead things without consistency, to drag on and on, she had never before been longing, never want to go back or rather not continue to go forward, go-to. And now there was no doubt that this time informed, she expected nothing, she was not used, not to wait, not wanting to wait, but out of time was the day after nothing, nothing -


She does not know why she talk about anything else - it feels very good that it should not, there will be waterproof, as it is waterproof, or rather annoyed She sees very distinctly, by panic welling in his voice, which emanates from his skin like sweat indecent.


She said, I have grand memories. I remember a rainstorm as if it was the ocean. It was far and summer. I've never been soaked like that, it was not to be quenched, it was something else, it was surrender to the rain, like it or not, become one with the rain, I had the impression of not having clothes, almost no longer have a body, or rather my body, the water fell, and fell again, and at night. I would be swept away, and sink would be like a shipwreck, it was very violent, and I could not help it, I guess it was beautiful. I guess I've never felt anything so violent possession of my body - it was a total rainfall, absolute. I eventually want to go anyway, I had no choice, I crossed the city on foot there, it was long, the streets were deserted. When I arrived I found that my street was gone. The street was under water. The street had become a bottomless lake. You can not imagine. Night. And this slick black water, which extended again and again, the ocean was still raining. Oh, you can not imagine. It was not real . When I saw the flooded street, I knew I could not go - I could not immerse myself in this black layer, in this unreality. I had not the courage. If you could understand ... I had not the courage. And then I saw that there was a man in the water, he swam and he laughed - it was a man there, a man from the rain I guess she does not frighten him as it scared me - it was perhaps no fear, something beyond. He saw me. He came to me and it was great, the water reached her waist. He told me something I did not understand, I do not speak the language there. Then he took me in his arms and he took me across the River. I was scared and I was reassured, too, was difficult to define. I was glued to his shirtless and wet as a fragment of unreality that had suddenly taken shape. He dropped me at the door of the house. He wanted to kiss me. I did not, I had no desire. He laughed. He tried several times, I struggled, and then I stopped debating, and I let him kiss me. He had a taste of alcohol and rain. I laughed. He told me things I did not understand. He kissed me again. It was like the embrace of the rain yet. And then he went back into the stream.



You see, it's the same thing. I could not. I could not. Had there not been someone to take me in his arms and carry me across the river, carry me. I was afraid of being too heavy, from one moment to another, could bend his arm, he would have given up-but it did not seem to notice any weight to He danced in the rain, with my body in his arms, he turned, he laughed.

the same way a little, I can not. I have not the courage. I have the courage to nothing.



He looks at her, she feels he is thwarted, much more.
He said, - but see, you're adult. She puts
his dark glasses. Yes, of course.

What Dragon Ball Episode Does Bulma Shower

The Rediscovered

Because it was not easy to come back. She knew she would not. That is already starting the impossibility of return, and the lack of desire, - never to return, to avoid returning to the visibility of the return. She stayed a few days locked up as if she had not returned. Folded in his deformed body, moreover, that it does not escape out of it, not right now, for the keep a little tucked in her
- it would be like a child without birth. She knew from
was already never to return. There was this desire in her to disappear, and nobody would know. It would not be somehow or it would be very far without anything that precedes it, without the pictures hanging behind her, stuck to it, a cloud that wraps up another make.

He said it is part time. By dint of being part perhaps he would not have forgotten, but the lack of it would have been almost forgotten, something close to oblivion. It

knew he had not missed much, to see him again, until they saw that nothing had changed perhaps after a long absence, and increasingly confident that it would be more for her, the distance of absence, and sometimes evenings spent together, let alone to drown, to forget that they had talked a lot before, they were able to forget about. She said she thought they had lost, she thought it was too late, too much silence, he had vanished into silence, cut off somewhere where it was no more, where she thought nothing more, he disappeared before she left turn with the desire never to return, she thought he had disappeared because it was done in a way, it became another, a stranger to her, foreign to him who had loved her very much, like a brother or others, in a way that would belong to them, which would not have a name for itself really.

Seven o'clock, you realize, that speaks to the cafe, and it seems scarcely an hour passed.

She smiled a little, she did not realize either, seven hours, talking in a cafe in this city full of familiarity ad nauseam, seven hours, sat beside him, his smell, his cigarette that spreads over her, she almost wanted to cry, to indulge in his arms, it's like They never had stopped.

She came in believing it hurt her a little more, she would say nothing, he would not know she was injured, she realizes now that he would have known, that the knew too much not to know, he was the only likely understand his silence, to understand the silence of distance, the silence of the injury, and other silences still, the silence of his wishes, when the silence it was a bit happy when they did not need to speak to say.

Later we will marry. I know you can not be anything but alone. You will be alone, and then we will marry.

She smiled a little again, as there are remnants of distance, a strange persistence of absence for too long, something that caught her, gently, it felt like crying, no sadness, it is the familiarity of his face , washed his face which made foreign and distant-found-her face.