1/2/01
"Bittersweet"
By: Lelu
E-mail: Leluh40@yahoo.com
PG
3/3
[Disclaimer: x_X Do we really need to remind ourselves
that SM belongs to Naoko?]
*Part Three*
'Never again…'
'Never again…'
'Never again…'
These words played and replayed in Mamoru's mind,
until he nearly screamed aloud in frustration. Sitting alone
on his couch, he crossed his arms over his knees and
buried his head there. He couldn't believe what a fool he
had been. Usa-ko had been right the whole time…She
was always right, he noted wryly. 'Why couldn't I have
seen that sooner? Why…?'
But he knew why—he knew why he couldn't have seen
through this dream that the King had sent him—because
of his love for her. Love was blind, he knew that now. His
undying, still-blooming, flaming love for her had blinded
him…blinded him to the point where he hadn't even
thought of her. "How ironic," he mumbled aloud, now
staring up at the ceiling, trying to block back tears. "I
didn't even…think…" A sob escaped him before he could
stop it, and he began to cry…Crying tears of sorrow, of
anguish, of tortured pain. He didn't know why he had
become so soft lately—such a crier. But he did know
why.
It was because of Usagi.
Usagi had changed him so much…brought him out of the
shell of a life he used to occupy. With her brightness, her
warmth, her love for life, she had held him by the hand
and introduced him to a world he had forgotten- a world
filled with goodness and peace. Despite the fact that they
were super-heroes with so many challenges facing them,
and many challenges past, he couldn't help wondering…
'Why couldn't we have overcome this?' He stood up,
long legs swaying underneath him, and walked to his
bedroom…'Cold dark place,' he thought, as he fell into
bed, not bothering to pull up the covers. He didn't want to
be warm right now…He wanted to fall asleep cold, to
remind himself of the hell he was going to put himself
through everyday…He wanted to be a coward, to bury his
head under his pillow, and to never see the light of day
again. Tears still fell as he fell asleep, clutching the
handkerchief-- *her* handkerchief—to his face, inhaling
the still sweet scent of her perfume. And his last thought
before falling asleep…
'Usa-ko…I miss you…I love you…I'm sorry for
being…for being so blind.'
She took a deep breath…and let it out.
'Inhale…exhale…inhale…exhale…' were the thoughts
running through her mind. 'Don't stop breathing…' As
ridiculous as it sounded, it was true. Usagi really believed
that if she didn't remind herself to breathe, she just might
not.
Her heart hurt so badly…turning away Mamoru had been
the hardest thing that she had ever done in her life. But it
had to be done. It had to be done for her sake…for
his…for theirs. They couldn't keep this faltering
relationship alive…not with so many doubts and
impossibilities hindering in every word they had spoken
to each other.
He was sorry, she knew that. He was sorry with all of his
heart…but that still wasn't enough for her. She didn't
want him to be *just* sorry. She wanted him to know that
he should have learned to trust her- he should have
learned that they could have made it through it…
'We could have made it through everything…if we were
together.'
Her lips trembled at the thought, and tears formed in the
corners of her eyes, blurring the stars and the moon into a
collage of night. She collapsed onto her bed, staring at her
ceiling, feeling the tears trickled down her cheeks and
onto the pillow. Clutching the pocketwatch-- *his*
pocketwatch—in her hand in a tight grasp, she thought,
before falling asleep…
'Mamo-chan…I miss you…I love you…I'm sorry…that
it has to be this way.'
** One Week Later**
He woke that morning, calm. The calm after the storm, he
finally supposed. Maybe now, a week after that horrible
event had happened, he had come to terms with the fact
that Usagi didn't want to be with him. This whole past
week had been filled with mishaps and bad timing. It was
as if no matter where he was or what time of day it was,
he would see her. He would see her sitting calmly at the
park, reading a book. He would see her in the Crown,
sitting quietly in her booth, talking to Motoki while
calmly sipping a shake. He would see her walking by him
on the streets…
Pretending not to know him.
He wanted to cry from the agony that had caused. For a
brief second, hope had lit him, like a flame to a match. He
had seen her walking from quite a distance, hair dancing
in the breeze, white sleeveless blouse slightly unbuttoned,
blue mini-skirt rising past decent length…In short, she
had taken his breath away by her beauty…by her grace…
By his overwhelming love for her.
He had watched her walk closer and closer, his heart
pounding faster with every step she took…He forced
himself to speak to her as she walked by.
"Kon'wa, Usa-k…Usagi-chan."
He had seen her stiffen, had seen her fingers slightly flex
at the sound of his voice. He had seen the blankness come
over her eyes…But it didn't matter…because she hadn't
even looked at him. Instead, she had walked by, eyes
focused on some object in the distance.
He could have honestly said that he had felt his blood
chill to ice.
'She ignored me…she walked by me like I didn't
matter…My god, what have I done?' He continued to
stand there, ignoring the glances of people who walked
by. He could care less…all he could feel was the pain in
his heart…spreading to every part of his body. 'What
have I done?'
He shook his head. 'I can't dwell on the past…it's my
own fault…' Gingerly, he touched the tips of his fingers
to his eyes, wiping away the wetness. 'It's my own
goddamn fault…'
He sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, bed, staring
through the glass windows on his balcony, watching the
sun rise over Tokyo. Standing, he walked through thick
carpeting and threw open the doors, stepping onto the
balcony. He didn't know how long he stood there…long
enough to watch the sun climb into midday…until the
early quiet had become the loud midday clamber.
He stretched his arms over his head…and stopped as he
saw a familiar figure pass by.
'Usa-ko…'
She seemed no different to him…her appearance was still
the same…she shone brightly enough to even surpass the
brilliance of the sun. He watched her smile brightly back
at a few people—young men, he noted wryly—who had
smiled her. Just seeing her made the sharp slice of
loneliness come back alive to him. How could he have
ever thought that he would be able to just live his life,
watching her from a distance? He would never to be able
to do that...not as long as he breathed for her. He wanted
her back so badly he could feel his air twist out of his
lungs. Greedily, his eyes lapped up her appearance,
knowing that from this far a distance, she couldn't feel his
eyes on her…
And then he froze as he watched her tilt her head up to
meet his eyes…as if she had known that he would be
watching her. Even from the distance, he could see the
regret in her eyes…
'Mamoru…I'm so sorry…' she thought, looking wistfully
up at him. He looked so handsome with his sleep-ruffled
hair, shirtless, standing so high in the air…unattainable to
her. 'Birds fly freely in the sky…that high in the sky…so
perhaps…' she turned her head away…and began to
walk, forcing one foot to move after the other. 'Gomen
nasai…'
He reached out towards her as she began to leave.
"Usagi…" he whispered, the words carried by the wind to
her. "Don't leave me…"
She spun around- had she imagined what she had just
heard? She tilted her head up to that balcony again…but it
was empty, the glass door shutting. "Mamoru…I…" she
clenched her fists, squeezing her eyes shut.
'Tears…please stop…stop…'
**
He stared into the dark abyss of night, wishing that he
could be swallowed by such deep velvet colors. In some
corner of his mind, his conscience ate away at him. When
as the last time he had slept without worry? The last time
he had seen her? The last time he hadn't thought of her?
"Usa-ko…"
**
She stared up at the moon, the blinding beauty of white.
She missed him. She missed him so much. She missed the
way he had held her…the way he had kissed her…the
way he had comforted her…the way he had loved her.
"Mamoru…do you think of me?"
**
A dark thunderstorm had taken over Tokyo the next day,
and the few people left in the streets during the midday
were rushing to find cover in any place they possibly
could. Two figures, however, stood alone in the park
underneath the shelter of a tree.
"Mamoru," Usagi said stiffly, looking around
uncomfortably.
"Usagi," he replied. "I'm glad you could make it."
She shot him a look. "Under the circumstances, you
should be glad I decided to reply to your message."
Softly, he replied, "And I'm very thankful that you did."
'Oh no.' Warning bells went off in her head. 'He's going
to be …' She looked up into his face, her heart already
warming to the familiar blue eyes. '…he's going to be
absolutely wonderful.'
"Usagi…"
Her breath drew in sharply into her lungs… and she saw
when he reached out his arms for her, but pulled them
back to his side … afraid to startle her, to cause her to run
away.
Mamoru licked his lips, brushing back wayward black
hair with a shaking hand. In a low voice full of regret, he
began to speak. "Usagi, I'm so sorry…I don't know how I
can make you understand how sorry I am…All I can do is
apologize to you and make you understand that I love
you, that I'll always love you."
"Mamoru," she said hoarsely, eyes looking desperately
into his, "Mamoru…I don't know if I can do this…if you
should ever repeat the same mistake…I don't think I
would be able to take it." She stared into his eyes, the blue
abyss gone, two spheres of black and pain. She
unclenched her hands from his shirt and turned her head
away, lifting her face to the rain. "Mamoru…I love you so
much…but I wonder if you can ever love me with the
same intensity…"
His eyes refocused and suddenly, his arms reached out
through their own will and pulled her to him, pressing her
face to his hard chest. With one arm wrapped around her
waist to keep her still, the other hand repeatedly ran down
the back of her head, caressing her hair. "Usa-ko…" He
forced her chin up, horrified when he saw the endless
amount of tears streaming down her face. "Usa-
ko…onegai…don't cry for me…it hurts when you cry for
me over and over again…" His one arm tightened around
her waist, drawing her even closer to him, their bodies
melded as one. "Onegai…don't cry…" His eyes pleaded
into hers, whispered the same message over and over
again.
"Demo…Mamoru…" her throat closed up and she lost
her courage, hiding her face in his chest again.
"Mamoru…it's a relief for me to cry…the pain escapes
through the tears…I couldn't bear to have all this pain in
me…" She swallowed and looked up at him, looked at his
hair that was soaked by the rain. "I need a refuge,
Mamoru…You were once that refuge…But I wonder…"
Hand trembling, she pushed away a raven lock that had
been plastered to his forehead, and summoned all her
courage to speak. "…I wonder if you could be my refuge
again…if you could be my strength." Her eyes pleaded to
his now, waiting to be denied or to be accepted. "Could
you, Mamoru? Could you?"
His answer came without hesitation. "Usagi…if you gave
me the chance…" His hand curved around her cheek, eyes
filled with intent. "…I could be anything you want me to
be." He bent his head, kissing her gently, but only once.
"Together…we could be anything…"
She bit her lip, taking many gulps of air. Blue eyes were
filled with uncertainty, and Mamoru wanted nothing more
than to kiss her fears away. But he wouldn't; she didn't
need to be kissed. What she needed was
someone…someone to…
"Hold me, Mamo-chan?" she asked, smiling gently up at
him. "I think I need to be held a little more…" She
blushed and looked away. "I know this request sounds
rather childish, demo…"
"Usa-ko." The firmness of his voice made her frown in
confusion and sadness. Perhaps he really hadn't meant
everything he had said…
"Usa-ko…you aren't childish at all…and…" he brushed
her wet bangs back. "…and…I was going to ask you the
same thing." He smiled beautifully at her…and all was
forgotten but the feeling of their arms being wrapped
around each other. "Hold me, Usa-ko?"
She blinked rapidly, afraid that the tears would spill from
her eyes from her rapture. "If you'll hold me, Mamo-
chan…"
"I'll hold you forever…" He looked meaningfully at her.
"And I promise…I promise that I'll never be so stupid
again…so stupid to not believe you…" He kissed her
again, smiling a little at the dazed look in her eyes. "I'll
trust you always…"
She smiled at him, reaching up and kissing him on his
nose. "I…I love you, Mamo-chan…" She spoke the
words hesitantly, still afraid. Her breath was stolen away
by the brightness of his smile, the joy she saw in his eyes.
"Usa-ko…" His eyes welled up with tears, but he wasn't
ashamed. He could be himself with her…and he would
never feel ashamed. "At one time, I thought I would never
hear those words from your lips again…" He ran a finger
across her mouth, brushing it back and forth. "But now…I
feel like my heart is going to never stop beating so
fast…like it will never calm down…"
The rain began to lighten…In sprinkles it came down…
Like the calm after the storm…
"I wonder how I could have been such a fool, Usa-ko…to
think that I could have made it through this life without
you by my side. I didn't think this life would be worth
living…if I didn't have you…Demo…hope kept me
going...the hope that we could be together kept me
alive…" His finger trailed from her lips down to her hand,
entwining their finger. Slowly, he brought their joined
hands up and kissed the back of her hand, eyes still
holding hers. "I love you too, Usagi…always."
"Mamo-chan…"
And as they embraced again, the rainbow that had fought
its way to been seen through the heavy clouds, stretched
over the city of Tokyo, the shower now over.
The rainbow symbolizes peace…joy…love…eternity…
It is the symbol of hope.
And somewhere in the hazy distance of the two lovers
mind, they looked at each other and smiled…and gave
their hopes to the rainbow…hoping for a happy
future…hoping for forever.
**
[nods] It's the end... Maybe if you e-mail me, I'll work
on some more stories? Or at least post the ones that I
have yet to post? :)
E-mail!! Pretty pretty please?
Leluh40@yahoo.com
"Bittersweet"
By: Lelu
E-mail: Leluh40@yahoo.com
PG
3/3
[Disclaimer: x_X Do we really need to remind ourselves
that SM belongs to Naoko?]
*Part Three*
'Never again…'
'Never again…'
'Never again…'
These words played and replayed in Mamoru's mind,
until he nearly screamed aloud in frustration. Sitting alone
on his couch, he crossed his arms over his knees and
buried his head there. He couldn't believe what a fool he
had been. Usa-ko had been right the whole time…She
was always right, he noted wryly. 'Why couldn't I have
seen that sooner? Why…?'
But he knew why—he knew why he couldn't have seen
through this dream that the King had sent him—because
of his love for her. Love was blind, he knew that now. His
undying, still-blooming, flaming love for her had blinded
him…blinded him to the point where he hadn't even
thought of her. "How ironic," he mumbled aloud, now
staring up at the ceiling, trying to block back tears. "I
didn't even…think…" A sob escaped him before he could
stop it, and he began to cry…Crying tears of sorrow, of
anguish, of tortured pain. He didn't know why he had
become so soft lately—such a crier. But he did know
why.
It was because of Usagi.
Usagi had changed him so much…brought him out of the
shell of a life he used to occupy. With her brightness, her
warmth, her love for life, she had held him by the hand
and introduced him to a world he had forgotten- a world
filled with goodness and peace. Despite the fact that they
were super-heroes with so many challenges facing them,
and many challenges past, he couldn't help wondering…
'Why couldn't we have overcome this?' He stood up,
long legs swaying underneath him, and walked to his
bedroom…'Cold dark place,' he thought, as he fell into
bed, not bothering to pull up the covers. He didn't want to
be warm right now…He wanted to fall asleep cold, to
remind himself of the hell he was going to put himself
through everyday…He wanted to be a coward, to bury his
head under his pillow, and to never see the light of day
again. Tears still fell as he fell asleep, clutching the
handkerchief-- *her* handkerchief—to his face, inhaling
the still sweet scent of her perfume. And his last thought
before falling asleep…
'Usa-ko…I miss you…I love you…I'm sorry for
being…for being so blind.'
She took a deep breath…and let it out.
'Inhale…exhale…inhale…exhale…' were the thoughts
running through her mind. 'Don't stop breathing…' As
ridiculous as it sounded, it was true. Usagi really believed
that if she didn't remind herself to breathe, she just might
not.
Her heart hurt so badly…turning away Mamoru had been
the hardest thing that she had ever done in her life. But it
had to be done. It had to be done for her sake…for
his…for theirs. They couldn't keep this faltering
relationship alive…not with so many doubts and
impossibilities hindering in every word they had spoken
to each other.
He was sorry, she knew that. He was sorry with all of his
heart…but that still wasn't enough for her. She didn't
want him to be *just* sorry. She wanted him to know that
he should have learned to trust her- he should have
learned that they could have made it through it…
'We could have made it through everything…if we were
together.'
Her lips trembled at the thought, and tears formed in the
corners of her eyes, blurring the stars and the moon into a
collage of night. She collapsed onto her bed, staring at her
ceiling, feeling the tears trickled down her cheeks and
onto the pillow. Clutching the pocketwatch-- *his*
pocketwatch—in her hand in a tight grasp, she thought,
before falling asleep…
'Mamo-chan…I miss you…I love you…I'm sorry…that
it has to be this way.'
** One Week Later**
He woke that morning, calm. The calm after the storm, he
finally supposed. Maybe now, a week after that horrible
event had happened, he had come to terms with the fact
that Usagi didn't want to be with him. This whole past
week had been filled with mishaps and bad timing. It was
as if no matter where he was or what time of day it was,
he would see her. He would see her sitting calmly at the
park, reading a book. He would see her in the Crown,
sitting quietly in her booth, talking to Motoki while
calmly sipping a shake. He would see her walking by him
on the streets…
Pretending not to know him.
He wanted to cry from the agony that had caused. For a
brief second, hope had lit him, like a flame to a match. He
had seen her walking from quite a distance, hair dancing
in the breeze, white sleeveless blouse slightly unbuttoned,
blue mini-skirt rising past decent length…In short, she
had taken his breath away by her beauty…by her grace…
By his overwhelming love for her.
He had watched her walk closer and closer, his heart
pounding faster with every step she took…He forced
himself to speak to her as she walked by.
"Kon'wa, Usa-k…Usagi-chan."
He had seen her stiffen, had seen her fingers slightly flex
at the sound of his voice. He had seen the blankness come
over her eyes…But it didn't matter…because she hadn't
even looked at him. Instead, she had walked by, eyes
focused on some object in the distance.
He could have honestly said that he had felt his blood
chill to ice.
'She ignored me…she walked by me like I didn't
matter…My god, what have I done?' He continued to
stand there, ignoring the glances of people who walked
by. He could care less…all he could feel was the pain in
his heart…spreading to every part of his body. 'What
have I done?'
He shook his head. 'I can't dwell on the past…it's my
own fault…' Gingerly, he touched the tips of his fingers
to his eyes, wiping away the wetness. 'It's my own
goddamn fault…'
He sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, bed, staring
through the glass windows on his balcony, watching the
sun rise over Tokyo. Standing, he walked through thick
carpeting and threw open the doors, stepping onto the
balcony. He didn't know how long he stood there…long
enough to watch the sun climb into midday…until the
early quiet had become the loud midday clamber.
He stretched his arms over his head…and stopped as he
saw a familiar figure pass by.
'Usa-ko…'
She seemed no different to him…her appearance was still
the same…she shone brightly enough to even surpass the
brilliance of the sun. He watched her smile brightly back
at a few people—young men, he noted wryly—who had
smiled her. Just seeing her made the sharp slice of
loneliness come back alive to him. How could he have
ever thought that he would be able to just live his life,
watching her from a distance? He would never to be able
to do that...not as long as he breathed for her. He wanted
her back so badly he could feel his air twist out of his
lungs. Greedily, his eyes lapped up her appearance,
knowing that from this far a distance, she couldn't feel his
eyes on her…
And then he froze as he watched her tilt her head up to
meet his eyes…as if she had known that he would be
watching her. Even from the distance, he could see the
regret in her eyes…
'Mamoru…I'm so sorry…' she thought, looking wistfully
up at him. He looked so handsome with his sleep-ruffled
hair, shirtless, standing so high in the air…unattainable to
her. 'Birds fly freely in the sky…that high in the sky…so
perhaps…' she turned her head away…and began to
walk, forcing one foot to move after the other. 'Gomen
nasai…'
He reached out towards her as she began to leave.
"Usagi…" he whispered, the words carried by the wind to
her. "Don't leave me…"
She spun around- had she imagined what she had just
heard? She tilted her head up to that balcony again…but it
was empty, the glass door shutting. "Mamoru…I…" she
clenched her fists, squeezing her eyes shut.
'Tears…please stop…stop…'
**
He stared into the dark abyss of night, wishing that he
could be swallowed by such deep velvet colors. In some
corner of his mind, his conscience ate away at him. When
as the last time he had slept without worry? The last time
he had seen her? The last time he hadn't thought of her?
"Usa-ko…"
**
She stared up at the moon, the blinding beauty of white.
She missed him. She missed him so much. She missed the
way he had held her…the way he had kissed her…the
way he had comforted her…the way he had loved her.
"Mamoru…do you think of me?"
**
A dark thunderstorm had taken over Tokyo the next day,
and the few people left in the streets during the midday
were rushing to find cover in any place they possibly
could. Two figures, however, stood alone in the park
underneath the shelter of a tree.
"Mamoru," Usagi said stiffly, looking around
uncomfortably.
"Usagi," he replied. "I'm glad you could make it."
She shot him a look. "Under the circumstances, you
should be glad I decided to reply to your message."
Softly, he replied, "And I'm very thankful that you did."
'Oh no.' Warning bells went off in her head. 'He's going
to be …' She looked up into his face, her heart already
warming to the familiar blue eyes. '…he's going to be
absolutely wonderful.'
"Usagi…"
Her breath drew in sharply into her lungs… and she saw
when he reached out his arms for her, but pulled them
back to his side … afraid to startle her, to cause her to run
away.
Mamoru licked his lips, brushing back wayward black
hair with a shaking hand. In a low voice full of regret, he
began to speak. "Usagi, I'm so sorry…I don't know how I
can make you understand how sorry I am…All I can do is
apologize to you and make you understand that I love
you, that I'll always love you."
"Mamoru," she said hoarsely, eyes looking desperately
into his, "Mamoru…I don't know if I can do this…if you
should ever repeat the same mistake…I don't think I
would be able to take it." She stared into his eyes, the blue
abyss gone, two spheres of black and pain. She
unclenched her hands from his shirt and turned her head
away, lifting her face to the rain. "Mamoru…I love you so
much…but I wonder if you can ever love me with the
same intensity…"
His eyes refocused and suddenly, his arms reached out
through their own will and pulled her to him, pressing her
face to his hard chest. With one arm wrapped around her
waist to keep her still, the other hand repeatedly ran down
the back of her head, caressing her hair. "Usa-ko…" He
forced her chin up, horrified when he saw the endless
amount of tears streaming down her face. "Usa-
ko…onegai…don't cry for me…it hurts when you cry for
me over and over again…" His one arm tightened around
her waist, drawing her even closer to him, their bodies
melded as one. "Onegai…don't cry…" His eyes pleaded
into hers, whispered the same message over and over
again.
"Demo…Mamoru…" her throat closed up and she lost
her courage, hiding her face in his chest again.
"Mamoru…it's a relief for me to cry…the pain escapes
through the tears…I couldn't bear to have all this pain in
me…" She swallowed and looked up at him, looked at his
hair that was soaked by the rain. "I need a refuge,
Mamoru…You were once that refuge…But I wonder…"
Hand trembling, she pushed away a raven lock that had
been plastered to his forehead, and summoned all her
courage to speak. "…I wonder if you could be my refuge
again…if you could be my strength." Her eyes pleaded to
his now, waiting to be denied or to be accepted. "Could
you, Mamoru? Could you?"
His answer came without hesitation. "Usagi…if you gave
me the chance…" His hand curved around her cheek, eyes
filled with intent. "…I could be anything you want me to
be." He bent his head, kissing her gently, but only once.
"Together…we could be anything…"
She bit her lip, taking many gulps of air. Blue eyes were
filled with uncertainty, and Mamoru wanted nothing more
than to kiss her fears away. But he wouldn't; she didn't
need to be kissed. What she needed was
someone…someone to…
"Hold me, Mamo-chan?" she asked, smiling gently up at
him. "I think I need to be held a little more…" She
blushed and looked away. "I know this request sounds
rather childish, demo…"
"Usa-ko." The firmness of his voice made her frown in
confusion and sadness. Perhaps he really hadn't meant
everything he had said…
"Usa-ko…you aren't childish at all…and…" he brushed
her wet bangs back. "…and…I was going to ask you the
same thing." He smiled beautifully at her…and all was
forgotten but the feeling of their arms being wrapped
around each other. "Hold me, Usa-ko?"
She blinked rapidly, afraid that the tears would spill from
her eyes from her rapture. "If you'll hold me, Mamo-
chan…"
"I'll hold you forever…" He looked meaningfully at her.
"And I promise…I promise that I'll never be so stupid
again…so stupid to not believe you…" He kissed her
again, smiling a little at the dazed look in her eyes. "I'll
trust you always…"
She smiled at him, reaching up and kissing him on his
nose. "I…I love you, Mamo-chan…" She spoke the
words hesitantly, still afraid. Her breath was stolen away
by the brightness of his smile, the joy she saw in his eyes.
"Usa-ko…" His eyes welled up with tears, but he wasn't
ashamed. He could be himself with her…and he would
never feel ashamed. "At one time, I thought I would never
hear those words from your lips again…" He ran a finger
across her mouth, brushing it back and forth. "But now…I
feel like my heart is going to never stop beating so
fast…like it will never calm down…"
The rain began to lighten…In sprinkles it came down…
Like the calm after the storm…
"I wonder how I could have been such a fool, Usa-ko…to
think that I could have made it through this life without
you by my side. I didn't think this life would be worth
living…if I didn't have you…Demo…hope kept me
going...the hope that we could be together kept me
alive…" His finger trailed from her lips down to her hand,
entwining their finger. Slowly, he brought their joined
hands up and kissed the back of her hand, eyes still
holding hers. "I love you too, Usagi…always."
"Mamo-chan…"
And as they embraced again, the rainbow that had fought
its way to been seen through the heavy clouds, stretched
over the city of Tokyo, the shower now over.
The rainbow symbolizes peace…joy…love…eternity…
It is the symbol of hope.
And somewhere in the hazy distance of the two lovers
mind, they looked at each other and smiled…and gave
their hopes to the rainbow…hoping for a happy
future…hoping for forever.
**
[nods] It's the end... Maybe if you e-mail me, I'll work
on some more stories? Or at least post the ones that I
have yet to post? :)
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