Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon. Petz is the original Japanese name of Prisma.
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If only…
There is tragedy in romance stories, there's always something brewing beneath the surface working to unwind carefully laid plans and hopes.
That last smile…
Always, always she would try so hard only to see her dreams crumble. Nothing she could do nor say could bridge the gap—no, the abyss—between them. Her love for him was a cry across the distances, a plea that was lost to the winds of someday, one day, one day I'll tell you my true feelings and then…
When he smiled that last smile, she knew then… Deep within her she knew…
Petz always imagined a happy ending—well, as happy as one could have when one's plans included destroying the future or later as she lived in her cramped apartment with her sisters—and only in her most wistful and hopeful of times did she ever dare to paint him into the picture.
She knew then that he would never return. That he left to his doom…
It was a dream never to be. As the jacket—his jacket—disappeared from her arms she knew her dreams were always a little too far fetched, too hopeful to be real. Her hope and her dreams disappeared in the fading light along with that jacket with only his last smile to remind her.
If only she had told him. If only…