A/N: Another Utena drabble, again focusing on Anthy. Good God, I love that girl.
Happy Anniversary
Anthy has nightmares about it sometimes – time passing, that is. She dreams about what it would be like to keep looking for years and years and – not never find her again, that would not be as bad – but to find her when her pink hair has gone gray and her blue eyes are dulled, to find her again and to see stretch marks on her belly and lines around her eyes, with children whose names she can barely remember trailing after her and a gold ring on her left hand that she remembers even less, to find her again and find her – broken down, no longer chasing roses or princes or dreams or Anthy, even – and that would be worse than anything else, worse than anger or sadness or confusion or slaps to the face or laughter at her foolishness – a girl wearing a pink dress and trailing after a girl with pink hair like it should mean something to the both of them! – well then, she'll just have to search as hard as she can for her, before it's too late and the girl who wanted to be a prince is gone for ever and always.
R&R and you too can revolutionize the world! (Okay, that was cheesy of me.)