Almost Poetic, a sailor moon fanfic

Sometimes, I wonder if there is something you are trying to tell me; not in your words, but in the way you look and act. Maybe I'm just imagining things.

Sometimes, I wonder if I am the same way.

Sometimes, I wonder if there is more between us than just the comradeship of two soldiers.

Sometimes, I wonder if all of those sultry looks you give me have meaning to them.

Now I am running to you.

Now there is searing fire blooming across my shoulders, across my back, and I don't care, because I am running to you. And though I collapse onto the stone floor, I have every intention of getting up until the gun is pressed to my chest.

Now my heart is thumping in my chest, and I can feel the Talisman stirring, whispering, aching to be let out.

Now I know that we have the Talismans.

You're so unfair, Michiru, to leave for a world of your own.

You're so unfair to leave me behind like this.

You're so pale and beautiful, laying on the floor like that. I want to touch you, but I'm afraid that if I do, reality will hit me like a freight train, and I'll finally have to acknowledge the fact.

You're dead.

I can't think.

I can't breathe.

I can point the gun at my chest.

I can ignore the pleas of that girl and fire anyway. Because I miss you, and a world without you is a world I have no stake in.

Maybe we could have been more than friends.

Maybe we could have been in love.

Maybe I could have reacted to that panel faster.

I love you.

The light is painful, and somehow soothing.

The look on your face is beautiful.

I love you.

We have the Talismans in our hands.

I love you.

Maybe we'll get a second chance.

Author's note: I think this came out of boredom more than anything else. I certainly didn't mean for it to end up like a poem.

Oh well. Please R&R. Criticism is encouraged. Thank you.