Don't Forget

Jadeite

It wasn't easy, convincing the prince to take me out every time he was going to visit her. I had begged and pleaded, saying he only needed to see her a few times and I would be good, but Endy had fallen into the habit of placing me in his pocket whenever he was going to see Mars—I mean Rei. She looked exactly how she did back in the Silver Millennium, possibly even more beautiful and terrifying. Her long raven hair always down and she always wore some shade of red or purple. She was magnificent. I longed to be able to hold her, but that day will never come for me.

It broke my heart to see that long haired street rat always by her side. You could tell by the way he talked to her he was interested in something much more than sexual. I slowly and painfully watched as she let him closer, let him in to her personal space. She had never been as close to a man, Endy and I had witnessed her say as we walked in accidentally while she was confiding in the girls.

That was a lie. I had been closer to her. He will never know her like I did. She will never know how I knew her.

She will never be mine. I messed up my chance. I hate thinking of what could have been, it slowly kills me inside. I love my prince and my fellow shitennou, but not as much as her. She is my world. She is my life. She was mine. She still should be mine. I hate that shaggy haired guy.

What does she see in him anyway? You can't even see what color his eyes are because his hair reaches down to his nose. He is dumb, and he is a jerk. Why him? Why can't she just be content with being alone? I don't care if it sounds selfish. She shouldn't be with him.

Why is she with him? How could my soul mate not remember me?

Endy knows I'm upset, he makes an excuse to leave, but he knocks me out of his pocket on accident. She sees me, she tilts her head and shrugs. Serenity picks me up and her face is sympathetic before she hands me back to my prince. Endy tries to comfort me on the ride home. But I don't listen. His words don't soothe me the way only she could. But that is of the past. She does not remember nor will she care to remember me.