She stared at the phone in her hand; willing it to ring. She didn't want to be the one to call him again. After what seemed to be hours, she sighed dejectedly and placed her phone back into her back and continued eating her muffin and coffee. This was the place she came to. To hide. To escape. To cry. At the Crown Arcade memories and visions haunted her, but here, the unfamiliarity of sorts eased her treacherous heart.
Somewhere along the line their insults and daily barbs at each other had turned into friendly banter – an unspoken truce and forgiveness passed between them. Customers in the Crown no longer expected a show to be put on by those two for their entertainment. Instead they saw two people who seemingly couldn't be caught dead breathing the same air as the other, now relishing the company of the other.
It was strange, and she knew it. What was stranger, was the fact that she was the one to fall first. She knew the exact moment she fell – when she started to notice all the good things about him. They had sometimes gone out together just to enjoy each other's company. Simple places like the movies, having lunch together etc. They had talked and through it all she came to see that he was gentle, caring, considerate and a good listener. She had told him her doubts and fears when it came to choosing a degree and a career path. It was at that moment, when he was encouraging her, telling her not to rush – "you are young, you'll find the right career just wait and see" – that she looked in his looked in his eyes. The belief in her she found there struck her to the core, but that wasn't all that made her fall. No. It was the beauty of his eyes that made her fall. Sure he was a naturally beautiful man. No amount of insults he threw at her could make her deny his physical beauty. Even now his physical beauty did not move her the way it did other girls. Now as she stared into his eyes, she saw a passion for life that spoke to her. A beauty in them far out shone his physical perfections. He was never a cold, closed off individual. In fact it was when they stopped arguing that she finally realised it was a matter of who he was with that could spark his personality and passion to life. She had sparked him to life. She had brought out the beauty in him that he only showed to select individuals. She then knew in that moment – she, Tsukino Usagi had fallen for Chiba Mamoru.
After that day they had seemingly grown closer. Years of arguing, insulting, bickering, had turned into a true friendship, and in her mind, a possible love. There was nothing that could break the two apart, she thought, until that day a couple months ago. The day everything changed....
They were in the Crown as usual, their other friends, bar Motoki, had long gone. It was customary that they stayed with him as he closed up, in case he needed any help, or should any danger be lurking. A knock was heard on the locked doors and all heads looked up to see a woman outside asking to be let in. She saw Mamoru smile and a sinking feeling came over her. Motoki let her in and instantly Mamoru and the woman locked eyes. The passion that she thought was now reserved for only her, came flooding through his eyes as he looked at this other woman.
He took her hand and brought her over to where she was now sitting alone, with Motoki following, a smile also on his face. "Usagi, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend Meioh Setsuna." And with those few words she felt her fantasy world come tumbling down. She put on a brave smile, but pretended her phone vibrated indicating a new message. After "reading" the message she quickly left and rushed home. Something had always told her it wasn't real. Something had always told her to quell the love in her heart. Nothing could have stopped her heart from feeling the way it did about Mamoru. And nothing could have prepared her for the total devastation that came when he said those words. She knew she shouldn't be crying: 'he had never said he loved me' she tried to reason in her mind. So why did she feel so much despair?
Up in her room, on her bed, she looked out the window. There was no wailing; only silent tears coursed their way over her cheek bones and down her face. Leaning on her window sill, she rested her head on her arms and silently willed herself to be happy. If he was happy, then she would be happy for him. She would learn to control her feelings; she would quell the love in her heart for a man that did not love her. Lying in her bed finally she stared up at the ceiling, and with a slow, deliberate exhalation, she closed her eyes.
'I'll be happy for you Mamoru, even if I can't have you.' That was the last thought that filtered through her mind before she succumbed to sleep. Little did she know, her heart had other ideas.
Konnichiwa ^_^ this is my first attempt at a fanfiction. I've been reading for years and thought I'd attempt one since I do love to write. This is a one shot so please review and tell me what you think! Should I continue this as a multi-chapter story?? Should I even continue writing lol? Let me know please! Roasting (harsh critiquing) but please, no unnecessary rudeness!! Thanks