Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon. Get it in your heads already!


Love is fickle.

Love is cruel.

Love is hard like stone.

But love is also soft. Love is warm. Love is safe. Love is the solution to all your problems.

Love is the cause of them as well.

To love is to win. To love is to lose. Love is an escape. Love is to stay behind. Love is to give up and give in. Love is to never fall and yet never stop falling. It is hot. It is sweet. It is teasing and torturous. It is drowning. It is flying. It is disappearing where you stand.

Love is chaos and confusion. It is the light you blindly follow. It is fulfillment, it is empty. Love is a state of limbo. Love gives you courage. Love makes you weak. It forces you to make decision that have right or wrong or too many choices.

Love is white and black.

Love is shades of gray.

You know it, but you do not understand it. You've tasted it. You've gone without, and when she left you felt the warmth go with her. But you are strong. You are mighty. And you could never forgive yourself if you let her walk the path alone.

So you follow.

So you fall.

So you lose your way and plummet down.

Your voice is hoarse and it calls for her. Your mind is clouded. Your heart knows she cannot hear you. The ache is terribly, horrendously cold. The sky is dark with thunderheads and rain. Lightning strikes out of nowhere and you are reminded of the times she kissed you. Your heart beats madly in your ears, a furious pounding that demands relief. But there is no relief to give. Not now. Not yet.

Everything is misty and there's not a soul to guide you, so you close your eyes and wait shivering in the cold of this nowhere place. You seek the fire that was once there. Hunt for it with a sense no one knew you had.

Your whispers rent the silence although you know it will pass her by.

Far away where there was light and warmth, a distant angel sings. You care not for her melody. It is not what you're looking for. Wandering down an abandoned path the night begins to grow. Muffled. Choking. Airless. Something urges you on. You hurry, or the black will surely swallow you. Just like it did before. To you. To her.

Fate.

Trapped.

Doomed to be lost in the land of the dead. Always cold. Always running. Memories don't help here. They only hurt. For there is no worth, no stock, no value in memories while lost in such a place.

A flash, a burst, a spark. It glimmers weakly in the darkness. The wind howls. You run, and run, and run, but you cannot reach her. Your heart is hers to hold and break if she so chooses. Her arms are out, and there is a smile in her eyes. Such beautiful light. Such amazing warmth. It proves what Usagi had been trying to say all along. Not everything in life is worth nothing.

How can she be human?

How can she give herself to you with such abandon?

Still you run and run, knowing that if you don't she will most surely die. She's done it once. You can't leave her to do it again. The distance begins to lessen; the road once thought so long and lonely drifting to a close. She is still smiling. She is still waiting. No more, please. No more of this waiting.

You need. You want. You scream. You run.

You wake up.

You wonder about love. About loss. About her. About the feeling that is blazing in your skull. It's sending little sparks of ice running down your spine. Every time she speaks. Every time she cries. And even when you're looking at her out of the corner of your eye or just thinking about her late at night, when she's already asleep and you're the only one in the house awake. Thinking. Just thinking. Wondering. Deep in thought, you can hear her beside you. She's sleeping.

She's breathing.

Beside you, she's dreaming.

Michiru.