Too Long
Part 1/1
By Elisabeth James
liz221@ameritech.net
This is my official EMSiT Day fic. It's extremely
short, but it's just a simple character piece. Yes, this is a
break-up fic, it takes place during the time when Usagi
and Mamoru aren't together but I tried not to make it too
cliched. It probably still is ^^;;;;
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailormoon
I watch her turn the corner, her blond hair
catching the sun as she made her way up the street and
toward me. She looks better than she ever has before.
And trust me, my Usako always looks breathtaking.
I know that I'm staring but it's been so long...
TOO long since I last saw her, spoke with her, kissed
her... I gave up all those rights when I broke up with her,
when I broke her heart.
I study her face, it's devoid of makeup and has the
glow of someone who had been out in the cold too long.
Dark blue jeans cling to her hips and adorable pink tennis
shoes grace her feet. A black pea coat shields her upper
half from the elements and a pale purple scarf is
wrapped around her neck. I want to remember exactly
how she looks at this moment in time. Because just now
I feel like I'm losing her, like she's slipping away.
I pause in front of a jewelry store window,
pretending to admire the display when I'm really just
admiring her smile. It's been too long since I saw her
smile like that, a long time since she was happy.
That's mostly my fault, I was the one who stole
her happiness. Hell, I haven't been happy since we split
up either. But there are worse things than feeling
unhappy 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. At least this way
I can still watch her from afar, can still hope for
reconciliation.
I have a confession, sometimes when we're in
battle, I swoop down to save her even when she's not in
real danger. I just need to feel her skin against mine, her
silky hair wrapping itself around me, those big blue eyes
gazing into mine, full of uncertainty. I know that I make
her nervous now and I know that deep down under all the
hurt I've caused her, she's furious at me for pushing her
away.
I'm furious at myself for doing it.
If was even the slightest bit certain that all this
dream stuff was just an empty enemy threat I would
forget about it in an instant. I would sweep her back up
in my arms and never let her go again. But if these damn
dreams are real and she's... killed, I would never be able
to forgive myself. Never.
But if that dream haunts my sleep, then Usako is
the one who haunts my days. Every smile, every touch,
every kiss is forever emblazoned on my brain. Each
memory making itself known at the most inopportune of
times. I still wonder how I can live with myself after
pushing away my one chance at true happiness.
She's only a few feet away, she still hasn't
noticed me. I wonder if she's doing this on purpose, just
to be cruel. I shrug that thought off, Usako isn't capable
of cruelty. I know that she would say hello, in the soft
tone she uses when she's unsure if she should be saying
anything at all. I pray that she sees me, I need to hear her
voice.
She brushes past me, our arms and shoulders
touch for a brief moment and electricity seems to flow
through us. I look down at her as she continues to walk
past me, the contact not affecting her. I fight the urge to
reach out and grab her hand, I want to pull her into my
arms.
"I still love you." the words leave my lips before I
can stop them.
But I don't think she heard me.
~Fin.~
liz221@ameritech.net
Part 1/1
By Elisabeth James
liz221@ameritech.net
This is my official EMSiT Day fic. It's extremely
short, but it's just a simple character piece. Yes, this is a
break-up fic, it takes place during the time when Usagi
and Mamoru aren't together but I tried not to make it too
cliched. It probably still is ^^;;;;
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailormoon
I watch her turn the corner, her blond hair
catching the sun as she made her way up the street and
toward me. She looks better than she ever has before.
And trust me, my Usako always looks breathtaking.
I know that I'm staring but it's been so long...
TOO long since I last saw her, spoke with her, kissed
her... I gave up all those rights when I broke up with her,
when I broke her heart.
I study her face, it's devoid of makeup and has the
glow of someone who had been out in the cold too long.
Dark blue jeans cling to her hips and adorable pink tennis
shoes grace her feet. A black pea coat shields her upper
half from the elements and a pale purple scarf is
wrapped around her neck. I want to remember exactly
how she looks at this moment in time. Because just now
I feel like I'm losing her, like she's slipping away.
I pause in front of a jewelry store window,
pretending to admire the display when I'm really just
admiring her smile. It's been too long since I saw her
smile like that, a long time since she was happy.
That's mostly my fault, I was the one who stole
her happiness. Hell, I haven't been happy since we split
up either. But there are worse things than feeling
unhappy 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. At least this way
I can still watch her from afar, can still hope for
reconciliation.
I have a confession, sometimes when we're in
battle, I swoop down to save her even when she's not in
real danger. I just need to feel her skin against mine, her
silky hair wrapping itself around me, those big blue eyes
gazing into mine, full of uncertainty. I know that I make
her nervous now and I know that deep down under all the
hurt I've caused her, she's furious at me for pushing her
away.
I'm furious at myself for doing it.
If was even the slightest bit certain that all this
dream stuff was just an empty enemy threat I would
forget about it in an instant. I would sweep her back up
in my arms and never let her go again. But if these damn
dreams are real and she's... killed, I would never be able
to forgive myself. Never.
But if that dream haunts my sleep, then Usako is
the one who haunts my days. Every smile, every touch,
every kiss is forever emblazoned on my brain. Each
memory making itself known at the most inopportune of
times. I still wonder how I can live with myself after
pushing away my one chance at true happiness.
She's only a few feet away, she still hasn't
noticed me. I wonder if she's doing this on purpose, just
to be cruel. I shrug that thought off, Usako isn't capable
of cruelty. I know that she would say hello, in the soft
tone she uses when she's unsure if she should be saying
anything at all. I pray that she sees me, I need to hear her
voice.
She brushes past me, our arms and shoulders
touch for a brief moment and electricity seems to flow
through us. I look down at her as she continues to walk
past me, the contact not affecting her. I fight the urge to
reach out and grab her hand, I want to pull her into my
arms.
"I still love you." the words leave my lips before I
can stop them.
But I don't think she heard me.
~Fin.~
liz221@ameritech.net
