Disclaimer: I do not own sailor moon, never have never will.
First fanfic any help will be appreciated
LEARNING TO LIVE WITHOUT HIM
"I don't love you anymore," the words whispered softly into the night. It's amazing how five little words have the power to destroy you completely. For a moment time stood still and all she could do was stare at his back as he walked away from her. There where a million different things running through her mind. An array of feelings jumbled all together but above all where the questions, "Why is he leaving me? Why must it always be like this? Him running and me chasing after him?" A solitary tear fell from blue eyes clear as a summer sky. She stood alone in that park that held so many memories, her bland hair loose and wild, hands trembling with emotions she was trying valiantly to hold back and looked up at the moon seeking guidance from its brilliance. If they weren't supposed to be together then why did it hurt so much? If he wasn't suppose to love her then why did her heart yearn for him constantly? She slowly fell to the ground weighed by the emotions that where playing havoc with her soul. The wet grass was staining her new white dress but she didn't care anymore. His indifference and his coldness were tearing her apart and for a moment she wondered if she was strong enough to survive his goodbye. She had loved him for so long, it was all she knew how to do, and it was all she knew how to do well. Suddenly the pain was so intense that she had to bite her lips from crying out loud. She curled up into a tight ball in that wet grass her only cover the darkness of the night and held the tears at bay. She wouldn't cry. What purpose would it serve he was gone forever and with him any hope of a future filled with love. She rocked back in forth in that fetal position on the cold ground all through the night tormented by images of their past, their present, and a future that seemed unlikely. All through the night she forced herself not to cry, she admonished herself to be strong, to survive and go on, and all through the night a little voice kept whispering he'll come back, he has to come back. A million times she stopped herself from running to his apartment to seek the comfort of his arms. She wanted to see him, to beg him to reconsider. She wanted to tell him that she would do anything, go anywhere, change everything about herself if he only let her love him. And a million times she called herself foolish for loving him to much, to strong and to desperately. As the darkness fades away and the morning rays streak the sky her blue eyes slowly open as she looks around at the new day before her. He was gone. His smile, the touch of his hand, and the scent of his skin they were all gone. Yes, he was gone but she still had her whole life before her. Her heart felt heavy as she admitted the truth of her words but as long as she was alive there was always hope. Maybe he would never come back and the thought of loving someone else was implausible but she still had so much to be thankful for. She would go on. She would not beg and she would not cry. If he was gone for good then she would find the strength to let go of him. But this time she would not seek him out nor ask for a second chance. She stood up and fixed herself as best as she could. She squared her shoulders determined to meet life head on without him. As she walked away from the park refusing to look back at the place where she had left her heart a feeling of calm enfolded her. She didn't know how or why but she knew that somehow she would be fine. Despite the ache of his farewell she would endure and rise to the challenge of life. If anyone had seem her at the moment, if her friends had been there they would have seen the radiance in her eyes, the grit in her step and the fortitude to do what has to be done. If he had seen her he would have been astounded by her beauty and the carriage she suddenly possessed. That day as she walked away from the park the nineteen year old girl she had been was left behind and in her place stood a woman ready to do battle with the world.
LEARNING TO LIVE WITHOUT HIM
"I don't love you anymore," the words whispered softly into the night. It's amazing how five little words have the power to destroy you completely. For a moment time stood still and all she could do was stare at his back as he walked away from her. There where a million different things running through her mind. An array of feelings jumbled all together but above all where the questions, "Why is he leaving me? Why must it always be like this? Him running and me chasing after him?" A solitary tear fell from blue eyes clear as a summer sky. She stood alone in that park that held so many memories, her bland hair loose and wild, hands trembling with emotions she was trying valiantly to hold back and looked up at the moon seeking guidance from its brilliance. If they weren't supposed to be together then why did it hurt so much? If he wasn't suppose to love her then why did her heart yearn for him constantly? She slowly fell to the ground weighed by the emotions that where playing havoc with her soul. The wet grass was staining her new white dress but she didn't care anymore. His indifference and his coldness were tearing her apart and for a moment she wondered if she was strong enough to survive his goodbye. She had loved him for so long, it was all she knew how to do, and it was all she knew how to do well. Suddenly the pain was so intense that she had to bite her lips from crying out loud. She curled up into a tight ball in that wet grass her only cover the darkness of the night and held the tears at bay. She wouldn't cry. What purpose would it serve he was gone forever and with him any hope of a future filled with love. She rocked back in forth in that fetal position on the cold ground all through the night tormented by images of their past, their present, and a future that seemed unlikely. All through the night she forced herself not to cry, she admonished herself to be strong, to survive and go on, and all through the night a little voice kept whispering he'll come back, he has to come back. A million times she stopped herself from running to his apartment to seek the comfort of his arms. She wanted to see him, to beg him to reconsider. She wanted to tell him that she would do anything, go anywhere, change everything about herself if he only let her love him. And a million times she called herself foolish for loving him to much, to strong and to desperately. As the darkness fades away and the morning rays streak the sky her blue eyes slowly open as she looks around at the new day before her. He was gone. His smile, the touch of his hand, and the scent of his skin they were all gone. Yes, he was gone but she still had her whole life before her. Her heart felt heavy as she admitted the truth of her words but as long as she was alive there was always hope. Maybe he would never come back and the thought of loving someone else was implausible but she still had so much to be thankful for. She would go on. She would not beg and she would not cry. If he was gone for good then she would find the strength to let go of him. But this time she would not seek him out nor ask for a second chance. She stood up and fixed herself as best as she could. She squared her shoulders determined to meet life head on without him. As she walked away from the park refusing to look back at the place where she had left her heart a feeling of calm enfolded her. She didn't know how or why but she knew that somehow she would be fine. Despite the ache of his farewell she would endure and rise to the challenge of life. If anyone had seem her at the moment, if her friends had been there they would have seen the radiance in her eyes, the grit in her step and the fortitude to do what has to be done. If he had seen her he would have been astounded by her beauty and the carriage she suddenly possessed. That day as she walked away from the park the nineteen year old girl she had been was left behind and in her place stood a woman ready to do battle with the world.