I do not own Sailor Moon or any related characters. (Big surprise)

The wind blows across my face, chafing my cheeks and making my eyes water. My hair flies in and out of my eyes, sometimes blocking my vision completely. When that happens, I just press the accelerator down harder, going past 80, then 90 mph. I want to be reckless. I want to escape.
Traffic is light, so my focus turns from the road to inside my own head, to what happened yesterday. My God, was that really yesterday? It feels like a million years ago, although Michiru's blood is still fresh on my coveralls. Yesterday was when my destiny was revealed to me.
That's a funny word, destiny. I don't believe in it. Michiru tells me that I'm always running from my destiny, but she doesn't understand. She can't understand how one little action can change your life, and completely destroy even the best plans. To reaffirm myself that my destiny is in my hands, I push harder on the gas, easing the red needle farther and farther to the right. That one movement, accelerating, could change my life forever. It already has.
My yellow sports car jumps when I step on the gas. I love this car. My parents gave it to me when I turned sixteen, a little over a year ago. Three weeks later they and my little sister died in a car crash. If my father had just accelerated like I did, or if the other driver had been paying attention to the traffic light, or if I was driving, they might still be alive. That's why I don't believe in destiny. Life changes too quickly for there to be one set path to follow.
Michiru told me that it was my destiny to be Sailor Uranus, and that we had been fighting together for immeasurable amounts of time in the past. That's who I was, but not who I am now. I am Haruka Tenoh. When that stick appeared before me, I almost took it. I'm glad Michiru stopped me, but now I have the most pressing decision of my life on my hands. Should I accept my so-called destiny, and give up part of myself to become Sailor Uranus, or should I just turn back and continue my life as Haruka Tenoh? I know this is an age-old question - the good of the group versus the good of the individual.
When I say the good of the group, I know the whole earth is at stake. I saw the Silence and the destruction of this planet. But I still scream out into the void, "What about me?" Is it in my hands to prevent the decimation of this world? That simplifies the question. I have no choice. I cannot sit back and let darkness engulf the world because I did not feel like giving up a piece of myself.
Still, it's not that easy. I look up in time to see a car in front of me, and swerve around it. It is not love for the world that moves me; it's love for a woman. Michiru needs me. When I saw her blood, I realized how much I need her. As I think this, my feelings finally express themselves into words. I love Michiru Kaiou. I will give myself to her, however she needs me. Michiru, you have finally shown me how I can stop running from my destiny. I realize now that it is my destiny to fight next to you.

As the speeding car runs a red light.

Michiru Kaiou looked at the white face, the strong features marred by gashes and the sandy hair matted with blood. She did not turn away, but tears were streaming down her face when she said, "Yes, that's her. That's Haruka Tenoh." Her bosom trembled as the coroner nodded, then covered Haruka with the white sheet. Michiru was determined to hold herself together while in view of the coroner and the police officer, but she broke down as one unbidden thought flashed through her mind: Well, Haruka, you finally did it. You finally won the race against your destiny.