Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever, own Sailor Moon or anything related to it. sniffle
Note: This is my first fanfic EVER, so plz be nice? I know I know, everyone's ooc. Can you live with it? :)
Tear Stained Pillows
I'm sick of crying.
What happened to bring me to this? Soaking the pillows in my room day after day after day. A hopeless
mess, doomed to my hearse of a bedroom.
It's not fair.
He said he loved me.
I guess he lied.
I always kinda knew it. From when he first laid eyes on Fiore, I knew I was finished. How can I compete with him? From brotherhood to something more, Mamoru and Fiore were meant for each other.
Who am I to take that away from them?
Slumping into the pillows again, I remember the last time I saw him. Worry lines causing a crease in his brow. Me losing touch with reality as his cherubic lips formed the words, "We can't go on like this. Goodbye."
Cruel bastard. Goodbye? Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.
No reason. Just a cold farewell.
It wasn't til a week after when I saw them together that I realized what happened. Even then, a chaste kiss at a cafe was the only indicator that maybe Mamoru wasn't all I thought him to be.
At least he's happy. I hope he's happy.