Serena's tears streaked her face. Lying on her bed, with the raging storm outside, was someting that usually the young teenager was not accustomed to. The music blasting in her ears, she barely noticed, to busy staring out of her window, at the exact same spot. The rain blocked her vision in a metaphorical way of speech, but to her, that didn't matter.

The loud noise of water droplets, which obviously; she couldn't hear from the blaring, uncharictaristic depressing music in her headphones.

'When you came to me, with your bad dreams and your fears'

Another onslaught of tears fell from her eyes, the warm, salty droplets mixed with their predecessors.

She decided then and there that it was enough; she still didn't wipe the tears away, they were slowly drying themselves, inevitably staining her pale, flawless face.

Serena Tsukino still stared at the same spot; that cloud in the sky. She wasn't really seeing though.

I, as an unknown person, would be astonished that something could break this strong willed, yet frightfully happy girl to silent tears.

'It was easy to see, you'd been crying'

She clutched at her sides, shaking at the very thought of crying, subconciously holding onto them last few tears.

'Seems like everywhere you turn, catastrophe reigns'

Serena scolded herself for crying. Why should she be crying? It ran through her head, even though she did have a good reason. So, there she lay on her bed, trying her hardest not to cry. Her blue covers still the same, still adorned with the stars and crescent moons all over them.

She tensed, even though the room was empty, she could feel a presense around her. Maybe, the aura of her soul, momentarily. But no, because suddenly her cat, Luna, made herself known to the young girl. The cat jumped over her body, sitting in front of the girls face and nuzzling into her neck, in an attempt to comfort her, over what, the cat had yet to find out.

After five minutes, the cat was asleep against the girls neck, who was still stroking the cat gently.

'And who really profits from the dying?'

Yet again, she tensed, her mind sensing someone else in the room. She wanted to tell them to go away, she didn't need their pity, yet she couldn't. This person, whoever they were, didn't have pity on their minds, she could tell. A pressure on her bed alerted her through making her body slide slightly, from the dip in the mattress.

Warm arms slid around her body, pulling her against a very broad chest, a hand resting on her stomach, the other tracing up and down her side, dipping in the feminine curve of her waist, before flaring out slightly at her chest. She blinked momentarily, finally tearing her eyes from the cloud, as she watched one very strong hand covers hers and joined in the strokes on her cat.

She relaxed as she watched the well-known hand stroke one of her best friends, watching as the fur creased back, smoothing out, shimmering slightly.

She was glad of the comfortable silence that had settled between the two enemies, glad that she didn't have to talk, her companion holding her closely knew it all anyway.

The ever-fading light from outside decreased even more, Serena's eyes slowly drooped, drifting off into dormancy, still in Darien's arms.

'I could hold you in my arms, I could hold you, forever'