Chapter 17.
It was night time and Mamoru was walking down the hallway. He was reminded of a poem he had once read when he was a little boy. He didn't know why it affected him then but he did now.
Just one smile
I creep down the hall,
My hand slowly guiding me along the wall.
Why aren't you here?
It's so silent, I cannot hear.
I want to fall back asleep,
But my mind has wandered to deep.
If I stare long enough, maybe you'll appear,
But the only thing staring back at me is the mirror.
I walk back and climb into bed,
Shifting pillows, as I adjust my head.
I stare at the red numbers of the clock,
Wearing the sweater you bought,
The scent of your body slowly wearing off.
Your skin, I know in my mind, is more soft than this will ever be.
I want you to come lie with me,
It'll make both you and me happy.
Maybe, if I close my eyes,
Ignore all the lies,
And then open them again,
I'll see you sitting in front of me, smiling.
Jeffrey Michael Pennington
Mamoru paused as he was about to go out into the balcony. Usagi always loved the balcony. Well she always loved his apartment, but the balcony was her favorite. (So far.) If he left the warmth of his pent-house on this cold winters's night he may not be able to enter the apartment the same. He would be the man he was before he met Usagi, and he didn't want that. So he turned around and entered his bed room. Falling asleep until the morning shown in on his room.
When he awoke he felt like he had the best night's sleep in the last 3 months. For that was when Usagi had died, 3 months ago.
I know I know, short. But I read that poem and I knew it would fit in so well here. The part of the best night's sleep will be answered in this next part.