Drabble: #11

Theme: Past

Words: 403

We were both young, when I first saw you. I close my eyes and the flashbacks start. I'm standing here, on a balcony in summer air.

Usagi closed her eyes and sank deeper into her pillows, letting the music envelope her. In her mind's eye, she pictured herself as the protagonist to the song playing. She wore a long, white gown, which fluttered down to the ground in graceful waves. Indeed, she was standing on a balcony, looking down into the beautiful gardens below. Something caught her eye.

The blonde smiled wistfully as a tall, handsome figure stepped out from the shadows. Though half of his body still remained in the dark, he looked familiar, and it soothed her. Who was he? He beckoned for her to join him below. She nodded and picked up her skirt, racing down the marble staircases and into the ballroom.

See the lights; see the party, the ball gowns. See you make your way through the crowd, and say hello, little did I know.

Usagi barely acknowledged the people around her as she darted gracefully between them. Her eyes were seeking the man she had her heart set on. As a couple parted for her, a dazzling grin broke out on her face. There he was. And he was heading straight for her too!

Something occurred to her. His features. They were so....

ACKK!!!

Usagi bolted up in bed and swung her arm over to her CD player, thumping it to a stop. What the HELL had she been thinking?! Maybe – maybe she's somehow fallen asleep to the music, and had simply dreamed about Mamoru-baka.

She couldn't even consider the possibility that she'd just had a fantasy... about MAMORU of all people! How unbelievable was that!? That was the last time she'd ever play Taylor Swift absentmindedly again, that was for sure.

So busy she was on controlling the spluttering of her heart, that she did not notice the memories melting back into her subconscience. A moment later, she couldn't even recall the 'dream'. She frowned in thought as her hand hovered over the CD player, wondering what it had been that had gotten her into such a panic.

Dismayed as she drew a blank, she instead turned off the machine and slumped back into bed, waiting for sleep to claim here. There, she dreamed of a Romeo, sweeping her off her Juliet feet. On the Moon.

I've been listening to that song on repeat since Saturday night, when I saw Taylor Swift in concert (it was AWESOME!). And it got me thinking about how much it sounds like Endy-Sere history and stuff, and I just wanted to write something along the lines of that. Mind you, it's hard to write a tribute to a song when you're limited to a drabble-length fic anyway... But I might do the same for drabbles 12 and 13, we'll see how that goes. Please remember to review!

xx

Carmen