My first attempt at a fic of Sailor Moon, I hope you enjoy!
Remembering that I can not speak or write in English and therefore use Google Translate, so any error blame it XD
One last chance to grieve
Serena can not understand how it all turned out well. She knew there was a time, many years ago, in which sadness had no time when there was no danger of finding marks a strange lipstick or women's perfume scent on the shirts of her husband. When he still looked and played with care and if she would dare to say, love.
But obviously all these years here, something had changed between them. There were no more words to each other than a polite length, much less warm glances or gestures. The only reminder that the two were more than strange was beautiful, and increasingly heavy, golden ring on her finger.
Everyone who knew the couple were aware of cases less than secret that the older man held, and constantly verbalized his feelings of anger and confusion about why she was still with him. Frankly, neither she understood herself, but the increasingly right decision within themselves still needed one last push to get out.
The house was dark in the kitchen, a woman sat in front of a dining table lavishly set with candles, already half consumed, being the only source of light to be found.
It was stunning, her long blonde hair flowing down her back and the beautiful white silk dress gave her an ethereal look. But the eyes were what drew most attention, a crystalline blue that although beautiful, seemed overflowing sadness. A resigned sigh echoed through the silent room.
"It's after midnight. It really will not come. "Sadly said as the tears finally escaped from his eyes.
The young woman knew exactly why her husband was not there with her. 'He probably is having a late meeting with his beautiful brunette secretary, Raye. Or else he found himself lost in time while helping the newest model of the company, the beautiful blonde and Mina, to adjust. '
The fact that she knew the name, occupation and appearance of each of the Darien lovers had stopped disturbs her a long time ago. But the pain never went away, especially today when she had expected and foolishly believed he could have her husband to herself for at least one night. Your night. Your wedding birthday.
"As I was foolish, he has made it clear that this marriage never did, never will mean nothing to him" and yet she s eludes every time. But no more. "This needs to stop, I can not do this anymore." And the more tears were shed, the more their determination grew stronger.
She does not know fear as she stood there, but by the time the last drop fell salty she could feel. The decision had been made.
Getting up and walking calmly without haste toward his dorm she slowly begins to gather all their belongings, the other occupant of the house certainly just would return the next afternoon, after work. Once everything was securely packed in two large black bags, she again makes his way to the downstairs with paper and pen in hand.
As soon as she starts writing the words just flow in white sheet. Years of suffering and loneliness silently hidden behind beautiful smiles are dumped in such phrases as she finally makes his farewell.
Placing the letter on the table, Serena seems to have realized what was missing something important. Slowly taking the ring finger she looks one last time for that description, which once meant so much to both, before you let it fall on the letter.
And as the light of the last candle is extinguished, you can hear the click of a door closing. She was without a look back.
"Eternal will never be enough."