As he sat on her bed, he looked around her empty room. Memories

Swarmed him, and he became unaware to the fact that tears were slowly

Streaming down his face. 'We shouldn't see each other', 'it's over

Usagi'. Overwhelmed with his emotions, Mamoru fell to the floor in

Agony. 'It's all my fault' He murmurs as he grabbed his forehead,

Cradling it in his hands, deeply enraptured by his thoughts.

'Why does it have to be this way?' He asked himself as he

Reflected on the week's events. It had all started a week ago, when

Mamoru was awoken by a prophetic dream that told him that if he and

Usagi were to be together, she would die. Not caring for his own

Happiness, Mamoru ended things with Usagi, hoping that she would be

Safe and live a happy life. Fast forward to the morning before, at

2:30 Am. Mamoru had awaken from his same nightmare, and less then a

Minute later, received a phone call from an unidentified caller.

Grudgingly, Mamoru answered.

"Hello?"

Silence...

"Hello?"

"Mamo-Chan..." the small voice stopped for a moment before continuing. "I..."

Mamoru Quickly interrupted, hoping to not face any more difficulty with

Holding back his emotions. "Usagi, It's over. I don't Love you

Anymore." He stated as coldly as he could, though the thought of her

Suffering was eating him inside. There was no reply, and Mamoru

Thought the phone had died. That was until he heard breathing, which

Was rapidly quickening.

After what seemed a lifetime, Usagi spoke. "I know that Mamoru, I

Just wanted- I wanted to tell you goodbye."

Mamoru sat back stunned as he heard the dial tone. 'What the hell was

She talking about? "Goodbye"? We'll always see each other at the

Arcade.' Not willing to lose any more sleep putting effort in to

Thinking about it, Mamoru closed his eyes, praying his nightmares

Would be gone, and that he could hold Usako in his arms again.

After about 5 more hours of sleep, Mamoru awoke to a ringing

Phone at 7:45 AM. He had half-expected it to be Usagi, but to both

His luck and dismay it wasn't, it was Usagi's mother Ikuko, who

Seemed rather distraught.

"Tsukino-san?" He questioned, only to be responded with a few muffled

Sobs. A little unnerved Mamoru asked " What's Wrong?"

Ilene regained her composure, and managed to let out "It's Usagi",

Before breaking down yet again. Hearing those words Mamoru's heart

Plummeted. "What happened? What's wrong with her?" He asked, but

Quickly remembered to keep up his mask of loathing and added "Did the

Odango atama trip and fall?" The Line stayed silent.

"Ikuko?"

Nothing...

"What is it?"

"Usagi's Gone."

Mamoru stiffened. "Did you check Rei-chan or Makoto's? She goes there a-" He was cut off by Ikuko.

"She's Dead Mamoru."

That was the last thing he could remember, and it was now 7:55 pm, and

He was at her house, her funeral. Out of the corner of his tear

Stained eye, he saw a little black bag resting in the corner of her

Closet, with a red rose with black stains lying on top of it. He

Slowly approached the bag, and opened it, hesitantly looking through

It's contents, setting them on her bed. Mamoru Saw pictures of him and

Her, together, as they would never be again. He looked to the left of

The bed and saw her compact, the one she used to transform into sailor

Moon. Mamoru stared at it for a moment, then realized that Usagi had

Her death planed, and had not accidentally "fallen" out of the window,

But had jumped.

Mamoru heard a creak and turned, the noise turning out to be the wind,

Though his heart pleaded that it would be his Usako, smiling sweetly,

Saying "I got you.". In his haste, he knocked over the bag, opening a

Compartment that contained a pale blue envelope. Mamoru reached for

The envelope and opened it. He Stared for a moment, studying the

Handwriting, and there was no doubt telling him that is wasn't

Usa's. He started to read:

Dear Friend, whomever you may be,

Don't Cry, oh please do not cry for me. It wasn't your fault or

Anyone's at all. I'm sorry I left you, but the pain was too great to

Bare. Since I am gone, I will tell you, even though you may already

Know, that I am- I was Sailor moon. I was your Champion of love and

Justice, savior and protector, that is until I realized, who will

Protect me? That's when I understood the cold-hard truth. No one. No

One would ever protect me. I am alone, I was alone. He told me so. He

Also told me he didn't love me anymore, and that everything that ever

Happened was over, and gone. With that my life was over, my purpose

Was gone. I am worthless, as is my life, since he, my shining star, my

Light of hope, hates me. So what is the point in living? Now my dear

Friend, no matter who you are, know that if you are reading this, it

Means I am dead, for I have drained the life energy from me with the

Silver crystal, and in my delusional state have found some way to

Perish. My friend, if you ever see Mamo-chan again let him know, I loved

Him with all my heart, I'm watching him now and that I never let go.

-Yours, Usa-

Mamoru was stunned, depressed, angry and hurt, but all his emotions

Were sorted when he saw what lay on her dresser. A Gold star shaped

Locket. Her locket. Their locket. Guilt was all he could feel. Guilt

And the impending darkness taking over him. With one last look he took

The locket and put it in his pocket, and headed down the stairs, to

The room in which she lay. He saw her laying there in her white dress,

Perfect and beautiful, even in death. He walked over, making sure the

Room was clear and kissed her one last time. He leaned over her and

Whispered in her ear, "I'll be with you soon...my love…my Usako." Mamoru lay there next to her and drank the cyanide in his hand. Grabbing her small cold hand in his own, only one thought coursed through his mind as he lay there dying 'I'm so sorry my love, I'm Sorry I left you alone'.

(End of the 1st part. 2nd part is even better and I wrote them together so they are connected to one another)