Endless Story
Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Sailor Moon or its characters.
And here's chapter two! I'm not sure if it all comes together now. I also changed the way it was written a bit.
It took awhile to update due to the urge to write not hitting me. And it was SO hard to think of their future careers.
Well, I'll let you go to the story! And I'll add some notes at the end.
As always, this is dedicated to the one who makes me want to smile, if only for them.
This is written from Rei's point of view.
Chapter Two: Parting Ways
What I had was a dream come true. Everything was right in my life, for once. I had my education, I had some money saved up, and I had the love of my life. Or well, I had someone in my life who loved me and who I loved back, someone I felt I could trust with my secrets, someone I felt so close with that she felt like the part of me I hadn't realized I didn't have until she came along.
It's so easy to live your life on your own; it's so easy to shut people out, to stand on your own. Okay, well it's not easy. But it was easier for me because then, I was invincible. When she made her way into my heart, into my mind, it was unexpected. I'd never thought anyone would be able to penetrate my forces. But even now, I'm thankful she did. Even though my heart is still mending, even though it hurts to think about her being with someone else, I cannot help but love her for having loved me in the past. She showed me there was more to life than breathing and aiming towards a distant future, that even though loving someone else means risking everything, it can be worth it.
I can't say that our time together was perfect, because neither of us was. We had many faults and many quirks that irked us about the other. But in a way, that was how it was. A relationship is built not on all the good things, but on what happens regarding the not so good ones.
On a good day, we would cuddle and talk about everything and nothing at all. We would enjoy the little things in our lives; just watching television, going out for a movie, heading out for dinner once in awhile, going shopping.
On a bad day, we would fight and argue. Everything and anything would irritate me, and my temper would flare. We would yell at each other, curse at each other and in the end, ignore each other.
But you see, the potential in a relationship is in making up. To see who makes the first move, who forgives the other first, the moment where things somehow feel okay again. The relationship doesn't always return to the way things were, but it evolves, it becomes different. What we had was good, so all our fights changed our relationship for the better. When we're angry we aren't afraid to say what was on our minds, and in doing so, things we couldn't say before, things that bothered us, could be resolved somehow. And in turn, our relationship developed into something deeper, more meaningful. We learned to trust each other more after each fight.
Minako and I had many fights, for many reasons. I can't say I learned to trust her more after every single one. But you know, sometimes you just have to make yourself believe, you just have to trust the other person, otherwise it would all fall apart. I can't count the amount of times I thought of leaving, the amount of times I just wanted to save my sanity, save myself the heartbreak. But back then, it was never like that. All of the turmoil inside me came to be after graduation.
We had different dreams. I wished to remain in the city, whereas Minako wanted to travel, to explore somewhere new. I attempted to modify my plans, but no matter how I theorized, there wasn't a way for me to go with her. I had wanted to attend a nearby university and one day, to become a psychologist. Minako had always dabbled in art; sketching, painting, you name it, she's done it. And she was very good at it, I've seen some of her sketches, and even though I am, by no means, good at it, I could tell she was. So when the most prestigious art college in the world she wanted to get into accepted her, she was overjoyed. And I was happy for her, but heartbroken at the thought of life without her.
When the person you love the most achieves something they had always wanted, what else can you feel but the joy they feel? I wanted for her to succeed as much as she did. Throughout our time together, I always encouraged her to do her best, to sketch whenever she could, to follow her dream. How could I ask her to stay? How could I ask her to forsake her dream when I couldn't give up on mine? What kind of person would ask that of someone they love? Even if the thought of them leaving tears you apart, you have to stand strong and support them the best you can, because the alternative is entirely selfish.
We had talked about our futures before. We had dreamed of having a life together, having our own place, taking care of each other. The thought of having someone to come home to, someone to hold in bed every night, someone to share my life with, it filled me with happiness.
Looking back, I suppose it must have been weird for me. I had wanted to spend my life alone, hadn't I? Yet I so readily accepted and desired to have her in my future. I wanted to have her by my side so desperately. Knowing she was her own person, had her own desires and wishes, her own goals in life, I still wanted to have her, to know her, and in a way, to own her. Being possessive by nature didn't help, of course. But as everyone realizes, a person can't be owned, not truly. I wanted her to only want me, to only love me, to be mine forever. It's an entirely odd sensation, to go from indifferent and uncaring to being possessive of her and caring so much it hurt.
Minako and I weren't able to break up. We couldn't stand the thought of not being together, but the thought of not even having each other, even in thought and spirit, was more painful. I was too afraid to let her go entirely, too afraid to lose everything we had built, too afraid to admit that maybe love wasn't always enough.
So we went our separate ways, tears in her eyes as I sent her off at the airport, and the sound of my heart crying out for her, so loud I thought that surely everyone there could hear it.
How was I to know that things would only get worse?
Author's notes:
Hmm I had a feeling I wanted to write so this is what came of it.
Not a lot, I suppose, though I tell you! Its not a little when it's in Word lol
There we have it, my first update. Perhaps a bit differently than I had envisioned it.
I've been completely addicted to songs from Nana, the anime. It drives me to write, I think.
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