The Friendship Saga
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or their likeness from Sailor Moon, etc, etc.
Author's note: Welcome to the friendship saga, due to the popularity of my previous two stories involving Makoto and an original character, Shimoto, I have decided to make an ongoing set of stories which follows their lives together.
Warning: There will most likely be lemon included in the stories with a yuri coupling. It could also get dark and depressing but that's only if their lives lead that way. Oh how lovely it is to have such power. ^_~
I dedicate this story to 'Shimoto', the love of my life and my inspiration.
Chapter 2
With the continuing prosperity of their relationship, it was only a matter of time until the landslide that would tear Makoto and Shimoto apart would leave them with a life-changing dilemma. Unfortunately, it happened only months after they had truly found each other.
Makoto sat on the edge of Shimoto's bed, looking at her lover with a sad gaze. She has told Shimoto she would be leaving to go to a college shortly, which would give her an opportunity to rise a few steps up in the world. However, she felt as though she were leaving a part of her behind, leaving her heart with Shimoto. She clenched her jaw, attempting to stay composed as the two sat in silence. She hadn't wanted to talk about it, not now. She merely wanted to spend as much time as she could with her love, wanted to make the most of the short time they had left together.
Shimoto looked up at Makoto, noticing the sorrowful look. The fact that she was leaving had only just begun to sink in and she was finding it hard to cope with.
"What's wrong?" She asked Makoto who didn't look at her.
Instead, Makoto turned away slightly, sighing deeply. "You know what's wrong."
Shimoto did know what was wrong, that Makoto wanted to go to the new college but didn't want to leave Shimoto.
"So? You'll have a great time. This is a brilliant opportunity." Shimoto was trying to look on the positive side, to convince them both that it wasn't as bad as they thought. Makoto's head snapped up. She looked at Shimoto, attempting to discern whether she was upset at all.
"I have to leave you. I'll miss you so much, I don't think I can handle it!" Makoto's eyes stung but she forced back the tears, not wanting to show any weakness in front of Shimoto. She found it hard enough just expressing her feelings and telling her them now went against the grain. Shimoto didn't reply, instead she leaned forward and pulled Makoto into her arms, trying to comfort her as best she could whilst dealing with her own inner turmoil.
Makoto went home that night with many questions, doubts and mixed emotions. She wanted Shimoto to come with her but she knew she wouldn't come so she hadn't asked her to. Shimoto had more to live for where she was now than with Makoto. Makoto cursed herself for not having more to offer. When she was finally at home in her own bed, she allowed herself to give in to the mountain of thoughts that had been getting her down for a week now. She couldn't think of any way that would make the parting any easier. She had even considered not going but knew that Shimoto would have felt responsible. Makoto couldn't do that to her. She also couldn't allow her the heartache that would come with her departure. It would be best if she ended their relationship now and then, at least, she would still be there for Shimoto for a month, to help her through the pain. She didn't want it for herself but she believed Shimoto would benefit from the break.
Makoto sat up, reaching for the phone beside the bed.
Makoto awoke with a thumping headache. She placed a hand to her head and remembered what she had done the previous night.
"What have I done?" what had seemed like the right thing to do the night before just seemed like a terrible mistake now. She let the tears fall; she didn't have the energy or the will to fight them back any longer. She had just thrown away the one thing she felt was worth living for. She sat there for what seemed like an eternity, merely crying and lingering over the wrong she had done.
She eventually stood and made her way to the bathroom in an attempt to clean herself up. She stared at the stricken image in the mirror. This was not the Makoto she knew; this was another person, a wreck.
'Just think of the hurt you've caused Shimoto. You said you would never hurt her again. You're a liar! I hate you!' she spoke to the image in front of her, fresh tears streaking down her cheeks and splashing in the sink.
The pair had agreed to 'be friends' still but Makoto didn't think she could manage seeing Shimoto. She didn't want her to see her in such a state and knew she would break down if she were near Shimoto. She suspected that Shimoto would hate her for what she'd done and she deserved that hatred. Maybe they could have worked things out, it would have been hard but their relationship was worth saving. But Makoto had lost Shimoto now, and it was all her own fault.
Ending Notes: Depressing, huh? Well, the next part will hopefully be slightly brighter. I'd like feedback on this one please. Suggestions? Sorry, it's a bit short but I find it hard writing about these kinds of emotions. Thanks for taking the time to read this, hope you enjoyed it! ^_^
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or their likeness from Sailor Moon, etc, etc.
Author's note: Welcome to the friendship saga, due to the popularity of my previous two stories involving Makoto and an original character, Shimoto, I have decided to make an ongoing set of stories which follows their lives together.
Warning: There will most likely be lemon included in the stories with a yuri coupling. It could also get dark and depressing but that's only if their lives lead that way. Oh how lovely it is to have such power. ^_~
I dedicate this story to 'Shimoto', the love of my life and my inspiration.
Chapter 2
With the continuing prosperity of their relationship, it was only a matter of time until the landslide that would tear Makoto and Shimoto apart would leave them with a life-changing dilemma. Unfortunately, it happened only months after they had truly found each other.
Makoto sat on the edge of Shimoto's bed, looking at her lover with a sad gaze. She has told Shimoto she would be leaving to go to a college shortly, which would give her an opportunity to rise a few steps up in the world. However, she felt as though she were leaving a part of her behind, leaving her heart with Shimoto. She clenched her jaw, attempting to stay composed as the two sat in silence. She hadn't wanted to talk about it, not now. She merely wanted to spend as much time as she could with her love, wanted to make the most of the short time they had left together.
Shimoto looked up at Makoto, noticing the sorrowful look. The fact that she was leaving had only just begun to sink in and she was finding it hard to cope with.
"What's wrong?" She asked Makoto who didn't look at her.
Instead, Makoto turned away slightly, sighing deeply. "You know what's wrong."
Shimoto did know what was wrong, that Makoto wanted to go to the new college but didn't want to leave Shimoto.
"So? You'll have a great time. This is a brilliant opportunity." Shimoto was trying to look on the positive side, to convince them both that it wasn't as bad as they thought. Makoto's head snapped up. She looked at Shimoto, attempting to discern whether she was upset at all.
"I have to leave you. I'll miss you so much, I don't think I can handle it!" Makoto's eyes stung but she forced back the tears, not wanting to show any weakness in front of Shimoto. She found it hard enough just expressing her feelings and telling her them now went against the grain. Shimoto didn't reply, instead she leaned forward and pulled Makoto into her arms, trying to comfort her as best she could whilst dealing with her own inner turmoil.
Makoto went home that night with many questions, doubts and mixed emotions. She wanted Shimoto to come with her but she knew she wouldn't come so she hadn't asked her to. Shimoto had more to live for where she was now than with Makoto. Makoto cursed herself for not having more to offer. When she was finally at home in her own bed, she allowed herself to give in to the mountain of thoughts that had been getting her down for a week now. She couldn't think of any way that would make the parting any easier. She had even considered not going but knew that Shimoto would have felt responsible. Makoto couldn't do that to her. She also couldn't allow her the heartache that would come with her departure. It would be best if she ended their relationship now and then, at least, she would still be there for Shimoto for a month, to help her through the pain. She didn't want it for herself but she believed Shimoto would benefit from the break.
Makoto sat up, reaching for the phone beside the bed.
Makoto awoke with a thumping headache. She placed a hand to her head and remembered what she had done the previous night.
"What have I done?" what had seemed like the right thing to do the night before just seemed like a terrible mistake now. She let the tears fall; she didn't have the energy or the will to fight them back any longer. She had just thrown away the one thing she felt was worth living for. She sat there for what seemed like an eternity, merely crying and lingering over the wrong she had done.
She eventually stood and made her way to the bathroom in an attempt to clean herself up. She stared at the stricken image in the mirror. This was not the Makoto she knew; this was another person, a wreck.
'Just think of the hurt you've caused Shimoto. You said you would never hurt her again. You're a liar! I hate you!' she spoke to the image in front of her, fresh tears streaking down her cheeks and splashing in the sink.
The pair had agreed to 'be friends' still but Makoto didn't think she could manage seeing Shimoto. She didn't want her to see her in such a state and knew she would break down if she were near Shimoto. She suspected that Shimoto would hate her for what she'd done and she deserved that hatred. Maybe they could have worked things out, it would have been hard but their relationship was worth saving. But Makoto had lost Shimoto now, and it was all her own fault.
Ending Notes: Depressing, huh? Well, the next part will hopefully be slightly brighter. I'd like feedback on this one please. Suggestions? Sorry, it's a bit short but I find it hard writing about these kinds of emotions. Thanks for taking the time to read this, hope you enjoyed it! ^_^