Author's Note: …Oh. I guess I'm the said author. Right. So, this is a sorta
depressing little thing that I wrote one night. I've no idea why. It's not
like I was having guy problems at the time. Maybe I was sleep-deprived.
That was probably it. Anyway, it's told from Rei's point of view…you can
sorta guess the rest. It's rated PG just cuz it's not terribly happy.
Please, *please* review. You know you want to…look at you, your hands
itching to review when you're done reading…c'mon…give in…. cough Right.
Anyway, enjoy.
Disclaimer: It's not mine. It will never be mine. Sailor Moon does not belong to me. Um…read on.
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1 Not His Princess
It's not me. It will never be me. He is not my prince. I am not his princess.
I will never feel his arms around me or his kiss on my lips. I will never feel his breath on my neck or his hands in my hair. His arms and his kiss are with another. Only she will feel the joy I long for. She will know happiness while I stand in her shadow and wait for night to come. I will wait for the night, but even the night is cruel to me. For she is the Moon, and I am a mere Star. Farther away from the Earth than I wish to be. And how close I yearn to be to my prince.
But he is not my prince. I am not his princess.
His princess is pure light. She shines love into the darkened corners of this world. Her hair. Her trademark hair. Her odangos bring laughter to his melancholy face. And her smile. Her smile is pure radiance. It conveys the friendship she holds for everyone. Her smile will brighten his day. But she can't smile away the pain I feel. The aching in my heart that I know will never go away. The longing I have for my prince.
But he is not my prince. I am not his princess.
His eyes. His eyes are what enchant me. The way that they can express all that one can feel. The way they look at me and make my stomach flutter. His eyes draw me in to him as if to bring me closer. But his eyes tease me so. His eyes gaze only at another. He only glances over me to ask me where she is. And when I only look at him with sadness in my eyes, he mistakes it for lack of knowledge of her whereabouts. His expression changes and disappointment fills his eyes. The eyes of my prince.
But he is not my prince. I am not his princess.
Look at me! Look at what I am. I am a monster. A freak. Because he does not want me. He does not love me. He cares as he cares for everyone. Nothing more. I am a shadow, cast only by the light. And he is a shadow too. But her light shines on him and makes him light. My darkness would only keep him a shadow. I suppose it is good for him. I should endure the pain for him. I know he is happy with her, and not with me. But the sting of heartache is too much to bear. This is my final plea. But I know…
It's not me. It will never be me. He is not my prince. I am not his princess.
Disclaimer: It's not mine. It will never be mine. Sailor Moon does not belong to me. Um…read on.
_____________________________________________
1 Not His Princess
It's not me. It will never be me. He is not my prince. I am not his princess.
I will never feel his arms around me or his kiss on my lips. I will never feel his breath on my neck or his hands in my hair. His arms and his kiss are with another. Only she will feel the joy I long for. She will know happiness while I stand in her shadow and wait for night to come. I will wait for the night, but even the night is cruel to me. For she is the Moon, and I am a mere Star. Farther away from the Earth than I wish to be. And how close I yearn to be to my prince.
But he is not my prince. I am not his princess.
His princess is pure light. She shines love into the darkened corners of this world. Her hair. Her trademark hair. Her odangos bring laughter to his melancholy face. And her smile. Her smile is pure radiance. It conveys the friendship she holds for everyone. Her smile will brighten his day. But she can't smile away the pain I feel. The aching in my heart that I know will never go away. The longing I have for my prince.
But he is not my prince. I am not his princess.
His eyes. His eyes are what enchant me. The way that they can express all that one can feel. The way they look at me and make my stomach flutter. His eyes draw me in to him as if to bring me closer. But his eyes tease me so. His eyes gaze only at another. He only glances over me to ask me where she is. And when I only look at him with sadness in my eyes, he mistakes it for lack of knowledge of her whereabouts. His expression changes and disappointment fills his eyes. The eyes of my prince.
But he is not my prince. I am not his princess.
Look at me! Look at what I am. I am a monster. A freak. Because he does not want me. He does not love me. He cares as he cares for everyone. Nothing more. I am a shadow, cast only by the light. And he is a shadow too. But her light shines on him and makes him light. My darkness would only keep him a shadow. I suppose it is good for him. I should endure the pain for him. I know he is happy with her, and not with me. But the sting of heartache is too much to bear. This is my final plea. But I know…
It's not me. It will never be me. He is not my prince. I am not his princess.