I don't own Sailor Moon, yadda yadda! I'd like some reviews, please! This
is my first SM fic, and I haven't seen the show for about four months, so
be nice!
Greg is a boy who can see the future. He has appeared in two eppies (well, as far as I know: I haven't seen any of the new Scouts).
Just You
We have to say good bye again.
I can't stand it. I was only going to be here for the weekend, I know. But every time we have to separate, I feel as if my world is collapsing.
You have saved me on two occasions. With your friends' help, of course, but I always like to think it as just YOU who comes to my aid.
That first time we met...I felt warm inside. I knew that you were different from the other girls. I knew that somehow, we would join forces and fight together against the evil that threatens this world.
But I'm too dangerous. I can see the future. Anyone could be after me. And they could hurt you.
Of course, not many people know about my gift. But still...
Or do I want to just think I'm too dangerous for you? Maybe I'm just afraid of a relationship. Or maybe I WANT you to get into danger, so I can save you and then you'll see how much I care for you.
I don't know what I want.
We're both serious. We both like each other's company. We both possess a power unknown to the world.
I could never bear to see you hurt. You mean the whole universe to me. Maybe more.
I could never look up to anyone as much as I look up to you. The other girls are all unique. Raye recognises danger when she sees it. Leeta is strong. Mina is kind and loving. And Cerina, well...she may be clumsy, but she believes in herself.
The train door slams shut. I jump in my seat. I gaze out of the window and see your smiling face. You wave. I wave back.
If only I could say these things to you for real, and not just down in a letter that probably will never be sent.
Maybe one day I will.
Because if there's one thing I'm sure of, it's the knowledge of how I feel for you.
The train starts to move. I continue to gaze out of the window until I can't see you anymore.
Goodbye. We'll meet again; I can give you that.
Maybe then, I'll have the nerve to tell you how much I admire you.
No one else, Amy.
Just you.
Love
Greg.
Greg is a boy who can see the future. He has appeared in two eppies (well, as far as I know: I haven't seen any of the new Scouts).
Just You
We have to say good bye again.
I can't stand it. I was only going to be here for the weekend, I know. But every time we have to separate, I feel as if my world is collapsing.
You have saved me on two occasions. With your friends' help, of course, but I always like to think it as just YOU who comes to my aid.
That first time we met...I felt warm inside. I knew that you were different from the other girls. I knew that somehow, we would join forces and fight together against the evil that threatens this world.
But I'm too dangerous. I can see the future. Anyone could be after me. And they could hurt you.
Of course, not many people know about my gift. But still...
Or do I want to just think I'm too dangerous for you? Maybe I'm just afraid of a relationship. Or maybe I WANT you to get into danger, so I can save you and then you'll see how much I care for you.
I don't know what I want.
We're both serious. We both like each other's company. We both possess a power unknown to the world.
I could never bear to see you hurt. You mean the whole universe to me. Maybe more.
I could never look up to anyone as much as I look up to you. The other girls are all unique. Raye recognises danger when she sees it. Leeta is strong. Mina is kind and loving. And Cerina, well...she may be clumsy, but she believes in herself.
The train door slams shut. I jump in my seat. I gaze out of the window and see your smiling face. You wave. I wave back.
If only I could say these things to you for real, and not just down in a letter that probably will never be sent.
Maybe one day I will.
Because if there's one thing I'm sure of, it's the knowledge of how I feel for you.
The train starts to move. I continue to gaze out of the window until I can't see you anymore.
Goodbye. We'll meet again; I can give you that.
Maybe then, I'll have the nerve to tell you how much I admire you.
No one else, Amy.
Just you.
Love
Greg.