Hello all! Sorry it's been so long! Again, I do not own Sailor Moon, I just like to borrow the characters.
She set the now-empty glass down on the counter. She does not allow herself to flinch as the liquid burns its way through her body. After the initial pain is over, she allows herself to breath again.
The pain never really fades away completely. She has just forced herself to live beyond it, to live around it.
Her smiles and laughter are never false, never forced. She is happy.
But there is just the barest hint of bitterness behind her baby blues. The merest trace of irony in her smile…
She doesn't pity herself. Pity is repellent to her. After all, she chose to live like this. She chose to drink the bitter cup. It is the only thing keeping her alive.
She had been offered two cups.
The first was sweet; the sweetest, most refreshing drink one could ever have. It erased all unpleasantness, all unhappiness, any woes…for one day. It let you live out the happiest day of your life.
Then it killed you.
But she had been dying anyway.
The second cup was foul and putrid. Her lungs had burned from the air surrounding the cup. A human would have been dead from the fumes.
But she was not human. Not anymore. And she was dying anyway.
The cup held a burning, bitter, brew. But, if drunk faithfully, you would live as long as you drank.
Very few chose to live with the pain.
But she was used to pain; she had known that her whole life.
Often, she tortured herself by wondering what would have happened if she had taken the first cup. What would that day have been like? Would she have had peace for one day? Would her true love have come back? Would she be free of her duties for a blissful twenty-four hours?
But she had to live. She had to fight. It was her duty. She had had no choice.
She allows herself a bitter, mocking smile. She had no time for regret or wondering what might have been.
She holds the glass up to her reflection, toasting herself.
"Bottoms up."
Please R&R! ~commontater