Missing
By Monikku


Are you able to lose what you never had, what belonged, but was never truly yours? Or yours, truly, all along. The possibility seems tragic.

Possibility once consumed me with a gentle smile. The same gentle smile that crossed her lips so many times; I've memorised them. Will I lose her today? Maybe tomorrow? The sorrow continues to build in me until it spills over the brim, my eyes holding back from shedding the excess.

Everynight I must speak to her, I must see her. My need is so desperate. The reassurance of her breath, her soft words licking my ears... they are vital. They are necessary so that I can breathe, myself.

[the phone rings]

"Moshi Moshi" it comes out more as a question than a greeting.

"...Michiru?" her voice, exhausted.

[exhales]



Fin

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Yes, that is the whole fic.


Erm, Disclaimer Disclaimer... Sailor Moon and characters within the story are the sole possession of Takeuchi Naoko, and not myself. Remember that. :nods: