07, March, 2037
Usagi's eyes slowly fluttered open as she felt a soft hand delicately caress her face. Inhaling deeply, she turned her body towards the hand, almost as if by instinct. She smiled through half closed eyelids at her beloved Mamoru. He returned the smile and leaned foreword slowly to plant a kiss on her forehead. Moving his hand to her long, blonde hair, he whispered, "I love you" before sliding his hand down her back and pulling her closer.
And this was bliss. This was perfection. All anyone could ever hope for. Having your world revolve around a single being... and having theirs revolve around you as well. It's the certainty that you've met your destiny.
Unfortunately, as we all know, it doesn't last. There is no perfection. There is no absolution. Destiny, in other words, is bullshit.
When I realized this... that is when things started to fall apart. The review above is from a dream I had. A dream reflecting the past. Back in the day when I was the Queen of NeoTokyo and I had my very own love to call my own.
On another unfortunate note, I still have to see my "very own" daily. I mean, seriously, who ever heard of the King and Queen of the world getting a divorce? No one in this century.
So, I'm sure that you all want to know what the hell happened to the perfect couple? Life. That's what happened. And, also, Rei. "The temple miko?" Yeah. Her. "Your fellow defender of the universe?" She's been called that too. The only thing we senshi refer to her as now is "that bitch".
I have to admit though, I feel kind of bad for calling her that. After all, she did kill herself over the shame and embarrassment of the affair. Which left Mamoru dearest brokenhearted for quite some time. I didn't know which I should be more upset about. The death of my best friend... or the death of my love...
It is a depressing life after you become jaded and start hating the world. I'll be the first to admit it. Everyone remembered me as the perky, bubbly "Princess Of The Moon" who would save anyone at anytime. Hell, I even saved the bad guys! But personally, I'm sick of it. And that is why I have decided to start this journal. To keep track of me going mentally insane.
Or, something like that.
Usagi's eyes slowly fluttered open as she felt a soft hand delicately caress her face. Inhaling deeply, she turned her body towards the hand, almost as if by instinct. She smiled through half closed eyelids at her beloved Mamoru. He returned the smile and leaned foreword slowly to plant a kiss on her forehead. Moving his hand to her long, blonde hair, he whispered, "I love you" before sliding his hand down her back and pulling her closer.
And this was bliss. This was perfection. All anyone could ever hope for. Having your world revolve around a single being... and having theirs revolve around you as well. It's the certainty that you've met your destiny.
Unfortunately, as we all know, it doesn't last. There is no perfection. There is no absolution. Destiny, in other words, is bullshit.
When I realized this... that is when things started to fall apart. The review above is from a dream I had. A dream reflecting the past. Back in the day when I was the Queen of NeoTokyo and I had my very own love to call my own.
On another unfortunate note, I still have to see my "very own" daily. I mean, seriously, who ever heard of the King and Queen of the world getting a divorce? No one in this century.
So, I'm sure that you all want to know what the hell happened to the perfect couple? Life. That's what happened. And, also, Rei. "The temple miko?" Yeah. Her. "Your fellow defender of the universe?" She's been called that too. The only thing we senshi refer to her as now is "that bitch".
I have to admit though, I feel kind of bad for calling her that. After all, she did kill herself over the shame and embarrassment of the affair. Which left Mamoru dearest brokenhearted for quite some time. I didn't know which I should be more upset about. The death of my best friend... or the death of my love...
It is a depressing life after you become jaded and start hating the world. I'll be the first to admit it. Everyone remembered me as the perky, bubbly "Princess Of The Moon" who would save anyone at anytime. Hell, I even saved the bad guys! But personally, I'm sick of it. And that is why I have decided to start this journal. To keep track of me going mentally insane.
Or, something like that.