Author's Note: I've tumbled his idea around a million times and I fell into a writing slump simply because my laptop is broken. That's right - completely trashed. I'm really becoming a pro at destroying laptops. Also, for those of you wondering about November Rain, if you follow me whatsoever, I will either try to continue it or restart it. I had just done an entire chapter when I destroyed my laptop and have had a hard time finding peace to pick it up ever since.
Disclaimer: I own nothing Sailor Moon, and I actually ripped off the title of this story from a Christian song. But it's an amazing song so you should listen to it! Also, please refer to this disclaimer for the rest of the story because - unless I steal another song part or something - I won't remember/will be too lazy to do another one.
Broken Together
Chapter One
I stood out on the balcony and looked at the sight before me. Lights were shimmering brightly, blinking for attention. Cars were honking and music was blasting from several buildings. This was the city that never slept. This was New York. And this was far from home. In fact, everywhere we had gone for the past four years had been far from home. I sighed as I turned my beautiful engagement ring on my finger. It needed resized. Four full years, and millions of dollars later, and it still needed resized. My long hair - consisting of a hundred pale and golden shades - danced in the wind and brushed against my skin. Here I was with nowhere to go and still dressed in a figure-hugging little black dress with lace above my ample bust and arms, leaving my collar bone and shoulders exposed, and bright red stilettos. What was I even waiting for?
I heard the door opening and ignored it. Oh, that. He's what I was waiting for. I was afraid to turn around and look at him. I knew it was stupid, but it didn't change my worry. I was so calm before and now my hands were shaking. I was handing over everything I had even known for the past four years.
"Serena?" His voice was gentle. It was kind and worried.
"We need to talk." I whispered.
"What's wrong sweetheart?" He finally spun me around and noticed the tears brimming in my eyes. His own dark navy blues widened and his eyebrows drew together quickly. "What is it? Is everything okay?"
"This," I swung my arm out to the city around me, "this is what's wrong. This is not my life. This was never my life. This is our life - your dream. I never wanted to leave, not really. I wanted to live in our quiet little town, teach kindergarten, get married, and have children. I have a degree and nothing to do with it. I wanted to be able to have my kids wonder and explore - with not having to worry. I want to see land, not buildings. I'm sorry, it's just everything happened so fast and I just wanted to run from it all."
"Serena, I knew the Andrew thing hurt you but - "
"STOP." My voice hardened. Then I shook my head and calmed down. "Just... stop."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." He whispered.
I knew he didn't. He never would try to upset anybody. He was wonderful, with a heart of gold. Yet he wasn't mine. That flawless skin, those large navy eyes, the thick black hair... he was never meant for me. Our personalities never even matched. He was a smooth talker - a real charmer. Even without that charm, he was worth millions. He could have anybody he wanted.
"We're not right for each other, you know that... don't you? This life? It isn't mine. These parties? Not mine. Traveling to every other country in the world? Not for me. Staying up until four in the morning just to see you finally come home? I can't." I turned my attention towards the ring on my finger. "This ring? It's not mine. It never was. This ring is for your future wife... the woman you want to spend forever with."
He watched in silence as I slid the seemingly foreign object off of my smaller finger. It sparkled like crazy, and was too big for my taste anyway. I would have handed it to him, but he just stared into my eyes and I couldn't handle that. I slid past him to go inside and sat it down on the nightstand beside the bed - a bed that I slept alone in every single night. Tears threatened to spill all over the place and my nose was burning.
"What are you going to do?" He questioned - his voice sounding far away from me, even though he was just a couple feet.
"I'm going home, Seiya."