A/N: Sorry for the delay! Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or the movie, A Walk To Remember.


Alone


She ran to school again for the same reason for the school year. Late. Usually, she enjoyed being late because she got to run into him, and he always made her day. But now, she knew it wasn't going to happen. Not until next week, when he got back from his trip, anyways. So for now, she was running to school. Alone.

She sauntered around the hallways alone, not knowing where to go. It was lunch, and ever since that morning, her friends weren't around. She understood why, though. They had club activities for the day, and her other friend was at her own school, but she would be too busy for the rest of the day and the weekend.

The bell rang, and with a sigh, she made her way to her class slowly. Alone.

She walked towards the store, which was just around the corner. She didn't bother thinking of what to get her parents or her brother, for they were gone for the weekend. Her father had a business trip, and her mother insisted that they tag along, but she persisted that she stay behind.

So, because of an expected long and boring weekend to herself, she bought two bags of chips and two liters of chocolate ice cream.

She paid for the food with her allowance, knowing that they would be more money at home from her parents so she wouldn't starve for the weekend. She took the plastic bags that held the items she bought and headed home. Alone.

She opened the door and quietly stepped inside with her book bag and lunch bag in one hand, the plastic bag of food in the other. "Ma-" she quickly shut her mouth, realizing her mistake. She wasn't used to her mother not being home.

She shut the front door with her foot and walked into the kitchen. She placed the chips on the table and put the ice cream in the freezer. After, she headed upstairs to change so she could go back downstairs. She declared that she would have fun that night, even if it meant she was going was alone.

She leaned back and relaxed in a suitable put in her comfy couch and munched on her chocolate ice cream. She couldn't see the television all too clearly. And no, it wasn't because of how dark it was, but because of the tears that formed in her eyes.

She watched - or tried to watch - as Landon Carter took Jamie Sullivan out for dinner, slow dancing, and making her wishes come true.

They were so innocent, having fun and falling in love.

She loved how she did innocent things with her family, enjoying themselves and bonding. She loved how she did innocent things with her friends, and having fun at the same time. She loved how she did innocent things with him, having fun and falling in love, too. She missed it. So much.

But now, she was alone. And she couldn't stand it any longer. She thought she would be fine, but no, it got to her. And it was eating her alive.

She could feel the tears streaming down her face and into her tube of ice cream. Making a face, she thought, Oh, gosh, I don't want salty ice cream.

Realizing her thought was silly, she giggled a little, but the tears did not stop. She took another bite of ice cream when she heard knocking on the door.

She took a quick glance at the digital clock above her TV. 10:24.

Who would be at her doorstep at this time? She stood up wiped her teary eyes and headed to the door, her ice cream with her.

As she reached the door, she opened it a bit. "Who...?" she muttered. As soon as she made out the tall dark figure, she dropped her ice cream. The cold substance and spoon splattered on the floor, also staining the carpet. But she didn't care. Not now, anyways.

She opened the door wider and looked up, tears forming in her eyes once more.

"Usa-ko," the man said smoothly, "I'm back."

Usagi didn't say anything and just let the tears stroll down her face. She jumped forward and gave him a hug, a big one.

He chuckled at her actions and hugged her back, putting his arms protectively over her petite frame.

She hugged him tighter, not bothering to ask why he was back so soon. She just smiled against his chest. Her Mamo-chan was back; she wasn't alone anymore.