"Can't he even go a day without teasing me? One minute he says that he loves me and then the next he's teasing me about my clothes or calling me Meatball Head. I'm not even sure if he really loves me or not. It's probably all some cruel joke that Andrew put him up to." These where the thoughts that we're running through Serena's head as she though about the man she loved; Darien. She was so lucky to have him although some times he made her think twice about their relationship.

After being with Darien for so long now, Serena was finally able to see their relationship as something more than just the occasional kiss. She loved him and adored everything that he did and said (even if hat included him calling her Meatball Head) but she had to admit it to herself sooner or later. Darien didn't love her.

He had not once said those three little worlds that every girl wants to hear, in two months and Serena was getting tired of waiting. He seemed to spend more time studying and drinking coffee with Andrew at the arcade than actually indulging in time with her.

"He doesn't love me" she thought to herself quietly as she began to run home in the rain, tears softly flowing down her cheeks. "HE DOESN'T LOVE ME!" she cried out loud to the busy streets of Tokyo as she collapsed to the ground both of exhaustion and weariness.

A tired and hungry Darien was making his way home from work when he first spotted her on that rainy afternoon. She had forgotten her rain slicker, her golden blond hair becoming damp and heavy as the rain pelted against it. Her clothes wet from the rain.

"Beautiful" was the only word her could think of as he looked at her; and best of all she was all his. Darien smiled at this and began to walk over too her.

It seemed as if she had fallen down in the rain and hadn't managed to get back onto her feet yet. Darien listened to her quiet sobbing as he approached her.

"Hey Meatball Head" he said greeting his princess the way he always did. "Fall over again? Looks like you didn't manage to drag anyone else down with you. Good work!"

Serena turned around and looked at him. Her eyes where red and puffy from the tears she had cried. Just looking at him caused her incontrollable pain.

Darien noticed that there was something wrong immediately. "Serena," he said, a note of concern hitting her voice. "What's wrong?"

Serena just shook her head, her voice caught in her throat.

Darien knelt down beside her, wanting to comfort her but at the same time wanting to keep his pants dry by not kneeling on the wet pavement. "Serena" he said in a hush tone as he brushed a piece of her damp hair behind her ear. He loved being this close to her, being able to smell her and know that she was all him. He would never leave her.

She pushed him away, and got to her feet, her knees weak feeling as if they would buckle and fail on her at any given moment.

"I can't be with a man who doesn't love me" she said crying.

Darien looked at her tearful blue eyes. What on earth did she mean? What had he done to make her this upset?

Before Darien could ask any of these questions that puzzled his mind, she ran off, sobbing louder than she had before.

Serena slammed the door to her room. He was know longer hers and she was no longer his. Was she happy? Of course not.

Serena collapsed as a heap on her bed, determined to stay there forever without her prince. She didn't want to be Sailor Moon anymore. She didn't want to be a Sailor Scout, she didn't want to be the Moon Princess and she didn't want to be Darien's lover.

She clutched her pillow, and cried her heart out until she fell asleep.