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71. Quiet Despair
287 Words
The arcade was secretly becoming the headquarters for all "Cold War" activities. The women and Motoki were shifted between the two enemies who sat silently on opposite ends of the building, nearly every afternoon. Usagi was angry with Mamoru for toying with her emotions. She was angry with Tuxedo Mask for not understanding that she was angry with Mamoru and in love with them both. Mamoru was angry with Usagi for being stubborn and reckless.
Who does she think she is? Since when did she decide to be mature and take shit seriously? Why can't she see that's she's killing me? Why won't she let me protect her?
Mamoru pretended to listen to Rei who was discussing some new club at her school. He wasn't interested. He wanted to hold her, feel her hands again. He missed her touch, not the anger than came with slapping him. He missed her intimate touch, and he was dying.
"Usagi-chan, there aren't that many spots on the ceiling." Makoto stated plainly, interrupted her chain of thought.
"Is it possible to love two people?" Usagi asked simply.
"I don't know. I would think so." Makoto answered. I can't handle the responsibility of carrying these emotions. "I would think that might be hard. What if you love them both equally? What if you couldn't choose?"
"What if they were both insane?" Usagimumbled holding her head in her hands. She was exhausted. Between boys, tuxedos, Zoisite, crystals, Luna, school, friends, and family, her emotions were beginning to run awry. Inside she was dying, and the only two people who could see that were hurting her the most. Why couldn't life be simpler?