! IMPORTANT ! This story is completed, officially, and I'll update every day or so to make sure it's all up before Christmas. There are eight chapters, and each is quite short, but here it is.
Disclaimer: I do not own Ayashi no Ceres nor Sailor Moon, each belongs to its respective creator.
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Sayonara Hime
Completely selfish, that's what he called her, not hours before. Now, as his midnight blue eyes stared into hers, she knew that he'd been right and was surprised to find that this didn't bother her at all. In the seat ahead of her, a pair of friends plopped into their cushioned spaces with careless laughter and made a comment about the cute attendant that had shown them to their seats. She remembered a time when her and her own best friend would have shared an exact replica of that moment, but now they found themselves torn apart by marriages and responsibility. How many nights did she stare up at the stars and wish she could warp back into her old ways?
Maybe she was being selfish, but instinct always told her to follow her heart and this is where it landed her; a single train ticket to another life. She pressed her palm against the pane of glass that separated her from the one person she used to feel closest to, before that ring slipped on her finger. Not that she didn't still feel connected to him, for to say otherwise would be a deliberate lie, but he didn't appeal to the love in her heart the way he once did. If only she could explain this to him, maybe he would understand why she was being selfish, why she didn't care.
He raised his hand up and placed it on the window pane against hers. No matter what he tried, the barrier would still be there and it couldn't tear down as easily as before. Now she felt older, more cynical, and less naïve. Sympathy and regret welled up in her vision, making them look glassier than a porcelain doll's, and a flicker of hope appeared in those night-filled spheres he called eyes. He mouthed the words, 'don't leave,' just as the first droplet slid down and rolled down her cheek, falling from her chin and landing in her lap. It disappeared as soon as it met the denim, leaving naught but a dark spot in its wake, just like their relationship unto her heart.
'I don't want to love you anymore,' though she sensed her mouth move, she couldn't tell who was directing the speech. She felt somewhat like a giant sock puppet, being controlled by a hand that didn't quite understand the circumstances, receiving orders from an unreliable heart. His hand fell away and his head dropped with it, possibly to hide tears of his own. Apparently this phrase meant defeat for him; the 'game over' screen just popped up in his mind. As the train began to move forward, he reflexively stepped back.
"Good-bye."
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