Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon. All rights go to Naoko Takeuchi.
Wine
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"Good work today, everybody!" Rei called out, looking at the clock that showed 7:03 PM. "Tomorrow, we start work on the next song."
She continued working an additional two hours, going through the recordings of the day and picking out what she liked. Ideally, it would be finished within two days so it could be released, but there was still a lot to be done. She moved the tracks around, adding some reverb here and delay there, listening to it over and over again until she felt she was on the brink of insanity.
Fatigue stung her eyes and told her that it was time to head home. After carefully saving the day's hard work, she gathered her bag and leather coat and went to her car.
She opened the car door, threw her stuff inside, and ducked into her seat. Putting the keys into the ignition, the radio automatically turned on as she forgot to turn it off that morning. A smile played her lips as she recognized the song from one of her production projects.
Turning up the volume, she drove out of the parking lot and headed back to her apartment, about 30 minutes from the studio. The windows were rolled down, allowing the cool night breeze to flow freely into the car and carry the sound of her shameless singing outside.
As she neared her apartment, a new song she had never heard played, though she recognized the voice as belonging to Yaten Kou. A strong instinct told her to turn it off and finish the drive home in silence.
Once inside her apartment, she kicked off her boots, throwing her jacket and purse to the ground to deal with tomorrow. She plodded into the kitchen, lifting a bottle of cheap wine out of the cupboard.
After pouring a glass of the bitter, red liquid, she settled herself on the couch and took a sip. Then a gulp.
It had been exactly a year since she saw him last. Since they exchanged their last words.
Another gulp.
A strange force motivated her hand to reach for her phone and bring up his latest song titled "Always". She closed her eyes as the piano blended perfectly with synth harmony and R&B beat filled the empty silence in her apartment. His deep, smooth voice rang through, full of emotion and sincerity. An impulse told her to turn it off, but she couldn't stop listening. He always had that effect on her.
She downed the rest of the contents in her glass and went for a refill.
The same strange force possessed her to listen to the song again and again, while she drank more wine to cope with the rising truth that she was choking on. The truth that she missed him.
No matter how much I want to forget
I will always love you
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Hopefully you enjoyed this short piece that I threw
together in half an hour :) I may go back and make changes later.
Thanks for reading!
