Warning: For Mature Audiences Only

I held her in my arms as she died. Her wonderful blue eyes lost their spark, and slowly drifted closed.

Tears poured down my cheek, but I waited. I waited for her chest to slowly rise and fall, her eyes to squeeze tight as her eyebrows knitted together, as she willed her lungs to take in air. I waited for her stirring, for her opals to open, and gaze around in wonder, slowly focus her vision on me, and smile.

I waited. This was not the first time the love of my life died. She sacrificed her life time, and time again for those she loved; she was so selfless, and every time she would die, part of me would die with her as well. What good was my life, if she were absent from it? I would hold my breath in anticipation, seconds felt like lifetimes, and she would breathe life once again. I would hold her in my arms, and silently curse her for acting so wreck-less as risking her life, while feeling so unworthy of her. How could someone like this possibility choose me to love? She would give me all of her, without a second thought. Her brightness would shine so bright that I would be engulfed in her light, and I would feel so ugly. It was as if my darkness would be magnified and I felt I would defile her. I felt unworthy of her love, but like a moth to a flame, I was completely enraptured… I was completely in love with her. I would wait for eternity, for her to return to me.

So, I waited.

I waited…

Waited…

I lowered myself as I placed roses on her grave. The love of my life never woke from her slumber, and unlike the fairy tale, my kiss did not wake her. The light was truly gone from my life.

My headache grew increasingly sharp as my phone chimed in my pocket. I pulled the contraption from my jacket, and threw it toward the busy intersection, never bothering to look at who was summoning me. I no longer responded to the Senshi calls to help protect Tokyo away from the evil that plagued it night after night. Instead, I found my way to the liquor store on a daily basis to numb the pain.

I lifted my head from the toilet as I emptied out the last of the contents my stomach held. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as I prompted myself against the tub.

Images of her danced in my mind, and I shut my eyes tightly as I gripped my palms to the side of my head.

As I lowered my hands, I found the bottle of whisky by my side. I raised the bottle, and in a swift motion, smashed it to the ground.

The pieces shattered on the bathroom floor, and the dark liquid spread across the tiles like a cancer.

I lifted a piece of glass that resembled a small pen, and lifted my gaze to see my reflection on the full length mirror.

I stared at myself, and found my reflection's eyes at it nodded at me, and I gave a slow, small nod of understanding back. I slowly stood and cut my foot on a piece of glass and fell awkwardly into the bathtub.

I silently cursed my clumsiness, and repositioned myself in the tub. I rolled my sleeves and cut a deep slash across my left wrist. I bit back a cry of pain as the blood gently poured onto my legs, but I no longer cared; I was too determined. I tried to lift my left wrist to cut my right, but it was no longer responding to my will. I had to do this quickly. I placed the glass in my mouth, and plunged the tip into my right wrist.

I howled in pain, and with a gasp of air, I gritted my teeth quickly. I squeezed my eyes shut, ignoring the screams from my damaged veins; I couldn't afford to alert my neighbors.

My breathe became slower, and I felt myself gasping for breath, my body willing to stay alive, yet my heart no longer cared for this world.

My head hit the side of the tub, and I smiled, knowing I would be reunited with her again.

So, I waited…

I waited…

…wait-…