Author's note: I'm quite new to writing fan fiction but I have been reading for a long time now. Some feedback would be much appreciated. This is still beta. So, I might still edit, if I don't get lazy. Haha.

I still can't think of a good title. Ideas? Anyone?

Anyone wants to co-write this story with me? I'm not really good with small details and such. So, if someone wants to help me that would be fantastic.

I don't own Sailor Moon.

Enjoy reading. :D

Prologue

-M-

Something's missing. Something important. My heart knows it but my mind doesn't. What is it? All I feel is this hollow feeling in my chest. Emptiness. Sadness. Ever since the accident, I feel that something's off.

-X-

It hurts being so close and yet so far. To remember everything, while she doesn't. To be so close to her but I can't touch her or even talk to her. I should be happy, that she's alive and well. How could I be so selfish? I need to protect her.

I need to leave. I want to forget about her but I could never do such a thing. I have to somehow try. This is for the best, right?

-M-

"Kaioh-san! You've outdone yourself once again."

I just smiled at the compliment and he continues on. Not really paying attention to him. I looked at the gallery where my paintings are being exhibit. I see the inners looking at my creations, looks like they're having fun. What caught my eye, is Setsuna and her companion. She's talking to someone. This someone looks familiar. Do I know that person? My heart keeps on beating, like it's telling me something.. A guy? No. Definitely a woman and a handsome one that is. Wearing a cap and shades, looks like she's hiding. I excused myself from this man's endless blabber and walk to their direction. They see me and stops talking. The woman hugs Setsuna and walks to my direction.

"Goodbye, Michi." she smiles sadly at me, as she walks off.

I was taken aback. I don't know this person but somehow she knows me. I stare at her back as she leaves the gallery. Setsuna approaches me.

"Who is that?" I asked

"Someone who likes to run." She answers cryptically.