It's been sometime since I've worked on this story but I am going to attempt to work on it again. This had been posted already but I'm moving my chapters around a little bit. Please let me know what you think.

Sailor Moon does not belong to me

7 Years ago

Impatiently she pressed the elevator button waiting for it to open. After welcoming her friends back and joyful tears had been exchanged, everyone went their separate ways to recover and rest. No one else had noticed that Darien wasn't there, but she kept that thought to herself. They needed to worry about themselves at the moment. Besides, she knew he was alive, she could feel him again. But the bond they shared, did not feel as strong as it normally was. That thought alone, left her with a feeling of foreboding. Why hadn't he shown up with everyone else?

With swift strides she quickly walked down the hallway towards Dariens' condo. "Darien!" Anxiously she knocked on his door, "Darien!!" Harder she pounded until she could hear foot steps on the other side. Slowly the door opened to reveal a groggy looking Darien. So relieved was she to see him, that she missed the look of surprise that crossed his features before she threw herself into his arms.

"Oh thank god!" Serena cried, burying herself in his embrace, thrilled to see him again. "I thought I'd never see you again!" Lifting her hands, she gently placed them on his handsome face and kissed him briefly before raining kisses all along his face. "I missed you so much, I really thought I'd never see you again" she whispered softly, wrapping her arms around his waist once more. It felt so good to just be able to touch him again. Turning her face slightly she breathed in his familiar scent and let out a soft sigh. Memorizing this moment of being reunited with her beloved after long months of separation. After a moment of silence, she vaguely realized that he wasn't returning her embrace.

"Darien?" Slowly she looked up with dread, her heart clenching in her chest. What she saw in his eyes was her undoing. He was confused...he didn't remember.

"I...don't know...what to say Serena. I...I never knew. .I thought we were just friends" Darien replied, pulling away, clearly uncomfortable. "How did you know where I lived anyway?" He choked, not knowing what else to say.

"No...NO! please!" She cried with desperation, grabbing the front of his shirt with her hands and balling them into small fists. "Please Darien! Please...please I can't do this again" Unwillingly the tears fell down her porcelain face like tiny rivers. Her heart breaking all over again. But this time was by far the worst. They had come so far. Learned so much about each other. Grown together, and yet they were still to be parted...Why did fate keep pulling them apart like this? Did they really enjoy watching the misery of others?

"Uh...I don't know what you're talking about Serena.." Darien said, resting his hands on her shoulders unsure of how to comfort her but feeling he should.

"Why do you keep doing this!" She suddenly screamed, her blue eyes changing to blue fire. "I know you can remember, why do you keep letting this happen!" Her fists pounding on his chest in frustration. This wasn't fair! This wasn't suppose to happen. Everything had already been laid out. She did everything she was suppose to, so why did she have to be denied the one thing, the one person she wanted the most? The one thing that mattered above all else. She kept trying to to yell at him, but her tears had become too much that all she could do was hiccup and mumble incoherent phrases. Somewhere in between her tirade he had wrapped his arms around her, and carried her to the couch. There was only a look of sympathy coming from his dark blue eyes. There was no trace of recognition of her. No trace to show that him holding her, carrying her, loving her even flashed in his mind. It was all too much and her breath caught again.

"I...I can't...I can't...I can't" she kept whispering to herself over and over again. But Darien still heard her and was at a loss at what to say or do. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought Serena of all people, would come here confessing her love for him. It was humbling but not something he felt he needed right now. He needed to focus on his school work and his future. He didn't have time for a girlfriend but something about her made his heart ache. Standing, he looked down at her distraught face and thought she was crying as if her entire world had ended. He could relate to those feelings, because he had been there before. That's why he felt he should at least try to sympathize with her and help her through whatever it was. It was all a very confusing conversation and he was having a hard time following because she was so upset.

"Look Serena, whatever it is. I'm sure it's not as bad as you think" He cajoled, trying to cheer her up. He didn't miss how her body stiffened at his suggestion. "uh...let me grab some water and kleenex for you" Darien mumbled, quickly walking away.

"Why...I...don't...I..can't." Standing hastily she looked about his apartment wildly. "I don't want to be here anymore...I can't do this again." Serena continued to mumble to herself. Closing her eyes she willed the crystal to do as she wished. 'Please take me away from here'. Taking another breath, she slowly opened her eyes to reveal her bed room. With a cry, she flung herself onto her bed and wept to her hearts content. The pain unbearable, and for once in her life, she really wished she had died.

Grabbing a glass from his cup board he quickly filled it with water and returned back to the living room. Only to find it empty...Setting the glass down on the coffee table he looked about confused. "Serena?" Walking through his apartment he checked the restroom, bedroom, spare room but there was no sign of her. Scratching his head, he walked back into the living room. "Did I just imagine all of that?"

Walking to the front door, he looked to the floor to see if there were any other shoes besides his. There weren't. Opening the front door he stuck his head out to the hallway but again saw nothing. It couldn't have been a dream. It was all to real, to vivid for his imagination to have made up. Silently he closed the door and walked back into his living room standing in the middle. Tomorrow, he would ask her tomorrow.