Disclaimer : I don't own Sailor Moon or any of its characters otherwise I wouldn't need to write as I would be drooling over Endy.
I always thought that some things in life would be easy. That I would have no problem finding the person I loved and was going to marry, and once we were together nothing would ever go wrong. I thought that everything would be sunshine, roses and happiness after I got engaged, but oh how wrong I was.
My name is Serenity Taylor, Serena for short, a fashion designer and this is my story.
"I can't believe hat this is happening. It is not at all fair." I grumbled to myself as I slammed down the phone aggravated that wasn't already on my way home. I sighed as I picked up the phone once again to advise my fiancée of the bad news. I was currently in Singapore, sourcing fabrics for my new summer line and my flight had been cancelled. I had been away for two weeks and all I wanted to do was get home and be held in Shawn's arms.
"Hey its me …… Yeah I know that I am meant to be on a plane already, but there have been problems and my flight was cancelled. I wont be able to get out for another day or so …… I miss you too, I will call you when the new flights are confirmed. Talk to you soon"
I guess you would like a small account of the history that led me to this point, I will try to sum it up so as not to bore you too much. I started my life as any normal girl, quite ordinary, not popular in school, a small group of close friends who I have kept for years and have had the wonderful pleasure of being picked on at times. I would not say that I was a top designer, but I would like to think I was on my way. I had developed a label and started my own store that was doing surprisingly well although was not making me rich by any counts. I met Shawn in my second year of design school, about 3 years ago when I was 17. He was 19, blonde with light blue eyes and finishing up a management degree. We met in the department store I was working in to pay for my tuition, when he was looking for a birthday gift for his mother. Now I am not going to lie to you and tell you I am beautiful and the most stunning beauty to walk to earth, although some of my friends seem to agree with that statement on my behalf, but I am reasonably pretty with long golden blonde hair that has natural silvery highlights and blue eyes that I guess would match the clear sky on a summers day, and others say I am short, but I prefer the term petite. So after helping the cute guy find a gift we ended up talking for quite some time and he asked me out. Things I guess spiralled from there and earlier this year he proposed, it was nothing spectacular, just a simple "lets get married" uttered on Valentines day, but it was enough for me. I guess after living together for a year I was just excited that he wanted more of a commitment.
So I guess that brings us back to the present one moth after our engagement. And out of the daydreams of the past there is annoying ringing bugging me. I look around trying to work out where the sound is coming from when I realise it is the phone under my hand. What can I say, I am blonde and sometimes I act it.
"Hello, …. Yes this is Serenity Taylor ……. Oh that is fantastic. Thank you so much, I really appreciate it." The airline just called to advise me that they had managed to sort out another flight for me, so I scurried around to grab my things and head for the airport thinking that I would just surprise Shawn.
'Ah finally home' I thought as I breathed in deeply of the familiar Tokyo air as I made my way over to a taxi. The excitement bubbling up inside me was almost too much as we approached our apartment and I had to refrain myself to keep still and not bounce all over the back of the car. I thanked the driver as I paid him and took my bags inside. It is times like this when I have three heavy bags that I am glad that we have an apartment building with a porter. I left the bags down at the reception area knowing that they would be brought up to my rooms shortly and bounced over to the lifts grinning and waving greetings to all the staff I saw on the way. The lift ride taking forever I took the time to ponder over why the lift always takes so much longer when you cant wait to get somewhere. Suddenly disrupted out I my musings the door opened on the 6th floor and I raced down the hall to my home. I was a little surprised to hear music playing and guessed that Shawn must have left it on when he went to work, as he shouldn't be home for a few hours and I planned to have a special surprise waiting for him when he got home. I made my way to the bedroom, planning to lay down and rest until my bags came up, when I heard strange noises from behind the closed door, almost like moaning. Thinking that maybe Shawn was sick and in pain I pushed the door open quickly asking if he was ok only to have my words catch in my throat and my mouth drop open at the sight in front of me.
On my bed I saw my fiancée naked wrestling with his secretary or maybe I should call her his sex-retary. They didn't seem to hear me, and the red haired bimbo was moaning so loud it was no wonder. I would put I stop to this I thought, as I prepared to slam the door and scream at them to know what was going on. I suddenly wondered how often this was happening? Had it happened every trip I went on? Did it happen at work? And what about all the late nights he had been working lately? With those thoughts screaming through my head and not wanting to know the answers, I ran past the bed to the closet and started grabbing things and stuffing them a bag trying to block out what was happening behind me. When I was done I slammed the closet door and screamed "How could you do this to me?" and ran out of the apartment.
While I stood waiting for the lift Shawn came running out wrapped in a sheet trying to tell me that it was not what it looked like. I scoffed, like I could believe that.
"So you are trying to tell me that you were not having sex with your secretary?" I said angrily.
"You weren't supposed to come back yet" was the only response he offered me. I stood in shock, I just could not believe that was all me could say to me, did our life together mean nothing to him. I left him with the parting words "Well that just shows how much you care about me then doesn't it."
I managed to keep the tears at bay as I went down in the lift took my bags bag from reception and hailed a cab, but could not hold them back any longer as I pulled out my cell phone to call my friend Raye to ask her if it was ok if I stayed a couple of nights. When I arrived at Raye's she helped me get settled before the questioning began. She knew me very well being that she was my best friend and very beautiful at that. With her long raven hair and amethyst eyes that flashed sparks whenever she was angry or excited. We had known each other since kindergarten and had been best friends since, telling each other all our secrets, we knew when there was something upsetting the other and Raye knew that this was one of those times. Just like I knew that she was secretly still in love with the handsome young man that helped her at her grandfathers temple, and was scared to let him know due to pain she had felt in the past from a boy she had thought she had loved back when we were sixteen, but he was doing nothing but using her. I really would have to try and get Raye and Chad together when I had sorted through all this, as they were both as scared as each other of rejection, but so in love with each other it was ridiculous. Raye managed to pull the whole painful story out of me, and as I repeated every word of the encounter it ripped at my heart, tearing the battered organ to shreds as it sank in how betrayed I had been. As I shook with heart wrenching sobs Raye held me and rocked me telling me that everything was going to be ok and that we would work it out.