Don't own anything at all, no sailor moon not even a computer.
"I love you," whispered in the silence of the night. Soft kisses slow and tantalizing caresses playing mayhem with his dreams. He tries to flee from the memory of yielding blue eyes that beg only for his love. Long graceful fingers tracing his face with care and devotion torture his conscience. And even in his dreams the question that follows him is "What have I done?"
He shakes the thoughts that follow him as he walks towards his apartment. It was dark, the only light came from the moon and at that moment it pained him to confront the truth; he had lost her. He had walked away after whispering the words that shattered all that they were, all they had been and all that they would be. He entered his apartment and suddenly the loneliness that was in his heart overwhelmed him. The rooms looked so barren and his home felt so empty without her smile. As he sat on the couch the enormity of his actions hit him. It was everything he could do to keep from falling on his knees and start crying like a child. He loved her. There was no question in his mind that he needed her. She was the reason his days were filled with laughter and sunshine. Yet, he had hurt her terribly. He had rejected her love. Tossed all the promises in her face and walked away without looking back. He had no idea why he had done the things he had done. He loved her fiercely. For three years there had never been any other thought in his head but her. He had loved her blindly and passionately but suddenly all those feelings that ruled his life had gotten to be too much. The only thing that his heart seems to scream is "Get away."
So he turned his back on love because he couldn't quite handle the emotions anymore. The love he felt for her had grown too powerful that he feared for his sanity. He needed her frantically to the edge of distraction. He had to leave because he had felt the madness nipping at his heels. When he had seen her that night at the park the love he felt for her had gripped his heart and slowly he began to withdraw from its flame. She had noticed the change in his expression; she had felt the shift in his emotions and her eyes had reflected her pain and confusion in their blue depths. When he had removed his hand form her clasp he knew that she had felt the rejection. She had tried to reach him but he had closed his heart and hid mind to her. Their connection had been severed and the only word she had whispered was "Why?"
His intention had never been to hurt her but he had felt the need to do it. He had to leave her because he did not recognize himself anymore. And know he was full of regrets. His thoughts were filled with the things he could have done better, the ways he could have showed her how much he loved her, and the feelings he could have shared with her. He had no idea what he was going to do. How do you go on when you lose the one ting that gave meaning to your life?
He walked to his bedroom but stopped at the door when he was assailed with memories of Serena and he wrapped around each others arms. He couldn't sleep in his room tonight. Her scent was permeated in his pillow and in his bed. All through his room he could see the subtle touches that reminded him of her; a lace handkerchief on the dresser, a hair ribbon sticking from underneath the bed and a pink sweater carelessly thrown in a chair. The memories were to fresh to strong in his mind to spend the night in the bedroom that held so many of their stolen moments.
He made his way back to the living room and the couch he would get acquainted with for tonight. Maybe he just needed time to sort out his jumble emotions. He tried to convince himself that once things returned to normal she would still be there. But deep inside he knew that Serena could learn and would learn to live without him. It was him who needed to hear her voice in order to go on. It was him who could never pick up the pieces of his life if she had been the one to end things. He knew that there was something wrong with him. The deep sadness that had settled in soul wouldn't let him be. His future looked bleak without her and still he couldn't bring himself to go to her. This time he was afraid; truly afraid that he might have lost her for good. As he continues to stare at the moon his heart keeps praying "Please God, somehow, somewhere let me find my way back to her arms once more."
"I love you," whispered in the silence of the night. Soft kisses slow and tantalizing caresses playing mayhem with his dreams. He tries to flee from the memory of yielding blue eyes that beg only for his love. Long graceful fingers tracing his face with care and devotion torture his conscience. And even in his dreams the question that follows him is "What have I done?"
He shakes the thoughts that follow him as he walks towards his apartment. It was dark, the only light came from the moon and at that moment it pained him to confront the truth; he had lost her. He had walked away after whispering the words that shattered all that they were, all they had been and all that they would be. He entered his apartment and suddenly the loneliness that was in his heart overwhelmed him. The rooms looked so barren and his home felt so empty without her smile. As he sat on the couch the enormity of his actions hit him. It was everything he could do to keep from falling on his knees and start crying like a child. He loved her. There was no question in his mind that he needed her. She was the reason his days were filled with laughter and sunshine. Yet, he had hurt her terribly. He had rejected her love. Tossed all the promises in her face and walked away without looking back. He had no idea why he had done the things he had done. He loved her fiercely. For three years there had never been any other thought in his head but her. He had loved her blindly and passionately but suddenly all those feelings that ruled his life had gotten to be too much. The only thing that his heart seems to scream is "Get away."
So he turned his back on love because he couldn't quite handle the emotions anymore. The love he felt for her had grown too powerful that he feared for his sanity. He needed her frantically to the edge of distraction. He had to leave because he had felt the madness nipping at his heels. When he had seen her that night at the park the love he felt for her had gripped his heart and slowly he began to withdraw from its flame. She had noticed the change in his expression; she had felt the shift in his emotions and her eyes had reflected her pain and confusion in their blue depths. When he had removed his hand form her clasp he knew that she had felt the rejection. She had tried to reach him but he had closed his heart and hid mind to her. Their connection had been severed and the only word she had whispered was "Why?"
His intention had never been to hurt her but he had felt the need to do it. He had to leave her because he did not recognize himself anymore. And know he was full of regrets. His thoughts were filled with the things he could have done better, the ways he could have showed her how much he loved her, and the feelings he could have shared with her. He had no idea what he was going to do. How do you go on when you lose the one ting that gave meaning to your life?
He walked to his bedroom but stopped at the door when he was assailed with memories of Serena and he wrapped around each others arms. He couldn't sleep in his room tonight. Her scent was permeated in his pillow and in his bed. All through his room he could see the subtle touches that reminded him of her; a lace handkerchief on the dresser, a hair ribbon sticking from underneath the bed and a pink sweater carelessly thrown in a chair. The memories were to fresh to strong in his mind to spend the night in the bedroom that held so many of their stolen moments.
He made his way back to the living room and the couch he would get acquainted with for tonight. Maybe he just needed time to sort out his jumble emotions. He tried to convince himself that once things returned to normal she would still be there. But deep inside he knew that Serena could learn and would learn to live without him. It was him who needed to hear her voice in order to go on. It was him who could never pick up the pieces of his life if she had been the one to end things. He knew that there was something wrong with him. The deep sadness that had settled in soul wouldn't let him be. His future looked bleak without her and still he couldn't bring himself to go to her. This time he was afraid; truly afraid that he might have lost her for good. As he continues to stare at the moon his heart keeps praying "Please God, somehow, somewhere let me find my way back to her arms once more."