It's Not Your Fault! By Yami-Mako-Chan-Yuy
My first fic! A GundamWing/Sailor Moon Fiction.
Summary: A man lost his love when she went to see him. He blames himself for her death. What happens when he saws images of her within people? What is she trying to warn him about? Read and Review!
*Prologue* The young man, no man than 20, sat on the bed, gazing into the picture of the beautiful young woman. It happened nearly a year ago, but her memory lived in him and within his very soul, it was consuming him! She and he had something special. He begged her, not to leave, but she did. When she told him she was returning, he felt his soul rest with ease, but he knew something terrible would happen. She told him to meet her at the park, at their favorite place, behind the two willows, but day turned into night, and she didn't arrive. He thought she had forgotten, but when he got home, he soon found out that was not the case. He found two police officials at his apartment. One said, "Could you please come with us?' He nodded, and followed them to the mortuary. He was surprised to be there. When they lifted the cover, all he could do was stared. Tears flooded his eyes, and fell silently, cascading down his face, as if they were racing.
He sighed, and put the photo back on the dresser. He knew this would happen, but he didn't what to believe it. He felt tears cloud his deep blue eyes. He sighed, and continued to cry silently. Suddenly out of no where, a gush of wind came, but the windows with closed, along with the door. He gazed into the corner as a figure materialized there. He saw it form into a shape of a girl. He gasped when he recognized he it was, HIS LOST LOVE, and all he could do was utter her name, "Makoto."
My first fic! A GundamWing/Sailor Moon Fiction.
Summary: A man lost his love when she went to see him. He blames himself for her death. What happens when he saws images of her within people? What is she trying to warn him about? Read and Review!
*Prologue* The young man, no man than 20, sat on the bed, gazing into the picture of the beautiful young woman. It happened nearly a year ago, but her memory lived in him and within his very soul, it was consuming him! She and he had something special. He begged her, not to leave, but she did. When she told him she was returning, he felt his soul rest with ease, but he knew something terrible would happen. She told him to meet her at the park, at their favorite place, behind the two willows, but day turned into night, and she didn't arrive. He thought she had forgotten, but when he got home, he soon found out that was not the case. He found two police officials at his apartment. One said, "Could you please come with us?' He nodded, and followed them to the mortuary. He was surprised to be there. When they lifted the cover, all he could do was stared. Tears flooded his eyes, and fell silently, cascading down his face, as if they were racing.
He sighed, and put the photo back on the dresser. He knew this would happen, but he didn't what to believe it. He felt tears cloud his deep blue eyes. He sighed, and continued to cry silently. Suddenly out of no where, a gush of wind came, but the windows with closed, along with the door. He gazed into the corner as a figure materialized there. He saw it form into a shape of a girl. He gasped when he recognized he it was, HIS LOST LOVE, and all he could do was utter her name, "Makoto."