A/N : Dedicated to IAmTheBattleMaiden…this is a trilogy drabble…
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Love Letter
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There were many ways to write a love letter.
This was one of them.
Dear Heart,
I love you. I always will.
I will be underneath the willow tree at the park come sundown, tomorrow. I'm hoping you will be there.
Your Protector
There was a starkness to the words Usagi never thought a love letter could posses. No desperate pleas for unrequited love. None of those mushy declarations with flowered words and perfumed promises. Not even the impassioned cries that without a positive response, then life held no meaning, no reason, no joy.
I love you. I always will.
Simple. Nothing more, nothing less.
She scratched her head, confused at what to make out of the next line. What if she didn't go…would he stop loving her?
I always will.
…No. The letter made that clear. No matter what, he loved her. It felt comfortably strange, having reasoned that out. To be loved, no matter what…
So what then? Did he want her to meet him?
I'm hoping you will be there.
Usagi grimaced a little, her face slight skewed. Maybe, just maybe, that was what it meant, after all. This meant that Usagi had a date – of sort – to whoever would be underneath her willow.
'But do I want to go?' she asked herself.
Her blue eyes read again the plain words and realized why they seemed so…complete. Because it was complete. There were no bogus sentences to take away the beauty of the most important sentence of the letter. None of the sprouting words she herself looked forward to when reading and writing her own love notes.
I love you.
It was as simple as that. Everything else would be redundant. Because the most important lines had were already written. Anymore would be-
"Cheesy." Usagi muttered under her breath.
Her fingers skimmed the next important words…
Your Protector.
With trepidation she turned her head towards a young man who sat hunched on his stool, his two hands nursing a cup of black coffee. He was busy reading a large, heavy book so he did not pay heed to her gaze.
'His name means protector…' she mused with halting certainty.
As if he heard, he turned and met her blue eyes. With a small smile, he raised his cup, and said, "Afternoon, Odango."
Usagi pouted and stuck her tongue at him. "Baka, be nice," she warned him but with a cute grin.
Chiba Mamoru grinned back and gave her a wink. Then he turned back towards his book, but with a smile lifting the corners of his lips.
Usagi's heart stilled. In her mind came whispers of his name…
Her spirits rose with hope. It could happen…Maybe, just maybe, her greatest dream was coming true at last. She turned back towards her letter and sighed. She felt light-headed and giddy. Everything she ever wanted to read in a love note was in this crème paper.
I love you.
Your Protector.
It was the most perfect love letter ever…The only thing that will make it more perfect if the one who wrote it was…him.
Her Protector...