By Minako-chan
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Disclaimer: Me no own Sailor Moon =)
Note: This story is an alternate reality fic...
a Serena-Darien romance no doubt! *eyes go watery
and dreamy* aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand they are somewhere
in their twenties. I don't want to be specific in
the fic...I want YOU to imagine what they look
like (even though cartoon characters never seem
to age=))
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Serena strolled through the aisles with light casual
steps, with large books in her hands, threatening to
fall any minute. On the bookshelves were large thick
reference books, encyclopedias, and atlas. The sunlight
broke through the gaps between the curtains, and trails
of dust could be seen in the air. It was sure peaceful
in this lonely corner of the library. Why was she even
there?
She shrugged to herself. It had become a weekly routine
for her to go through this aisle of the ancient library.
It wasn't because of any interest in world facts, but it
was because she was fascinated by this very room. The
hulking tall brown shelves, filled with books with their
insides yellowing. It was like stepping back into time.
The dark brown curtains were always shut, although light
always managed to squeeze through the gaps, lighting up
the room, brightening up every dark corner.
She smiled. She wondered why no one else was ever here.
Every time she came, every Saturday morning, she would
find herself standing alone, looking at the room filled
with large books that no one would ever sign out. Yet,
she would take them out sometimes, and just look at the
yellowing pages, examine the maps, read a few facts, and
smile at the lonely hard covers. The young librarian
would always raise his eyebrow at her when she signed
out atlas every Saturday. What would she, a twenty-odd
-year-old girl, beautiful, graceful, carefree, would do
with atlas and such and such? He would then shake his
head and take her card, and tell her when they would be
due. She would give him her world-famous heart-melting
smile and walk out of the library, books piled up in front
of her.
Today was perhaps somewhat different. She could feel
it in her heart. There was a sort of excitement rising
in her veins. What it was, she didn't know. She just
knew that from this day forward, her life would be changed.
Smiling at her foolishness, she shook her head and
continued to walk down the narrow aisle, and out of the
corner of her eye she saw a red book sticking out and
lying flat on that shelf. Strange, she thought, books
in this room are always placed neatly, since no one but
me ever touches them...and I KNOW I'm not the one who
took it and left it sticking out like this. She walked
over and was about to push it back in when she saw the
cover.
"To my love, my soul, my life" it said in neat handwriting.
Serena stared at it, and opened to the first page.
"Dear Diary," it began...
'I can't read this...someone left this behind...' She
thought to herself, her mind struggling. One side, the
curious one, wanted to read the first entry, AT LEAST.
The other wanted to respect whoever owned this journal
and left it as it was.
Taking a deep breath, Serena read on.
[Dear Diary,
I cannot even begin to tell you how I felt today.
The pain, the loneliness, the death of a dream. Such
feelings cannot be described in words. Just the very
thought of it leaves me speechless. What happened,
you might ask? The love of my life, my angel, my reason
for living, is out of my life, forever. FOREVER. The
word that we shared...our favorite word...is no longer.
A drunk driver's car took her life today. I held her in
my arms. I felt her turn cold. I saw her eyes struggling
to stay open but the eyelids were just too heavy. I saw
her blood flowing out from behind her head...flowing down
to her white beautiful summer dress, flowing down her legs,
her long, slender legs...
The moment that we've shared will only be memories. From
this day forward, this journal will only hold memories
that I have of her. Random events that have taken place
in the past. Feelings that I've held for her and always
will...
Darien]
Serena closed the journal and tears fell and landed on
the soft red cover. Darien, whoever this man might be,
was in pain, and was pouring his heart out into a simple
book. He would be in panic by now, realizing that he
had left this important piece of his life behind. She
traced the words with her trembling fingers as she
stepped out of the peaceful room into the main lobby.
"Excuse me, is there a lost and found anywhere?" She asked
politely.
The young librarian looked at her with great curiosity.
"Yes, did you leave anything behind, miss?" He asked.
"No, but this is a notebook that I've found and I think
it is a very important book that someone has left behind,
I was wondering if I could leave it in the lost and found."
She explained and held out the journal.
"'To my love, my soul, my life'? What is it, some kind of
journal?" He raised one eyebrow.
"I...I suppose so. What should I do with it?"
"Well, the thing is, there are so many things in the lost
and found and no one has ever come back to claim them.
Besides, this journal would be stacked all the way at the
bottom and I think it would be great trouble for anyone to
try to look for it. The thing is, if it seems so important,
I think you should keep it for now. Since I notice you come
every week anyways, if the person ever comes back for it,
I would let him or her know where to find you."
Serena nodded. "That's a great idea. Thanks, er..."
Serena paused as she looked at his name tag, "thank you
Jon." She said and took off before he could even reply.
Meanwhile, a certain young man dashed across the street,
racing at the speed of light to the entrance of the library,
and brushed his arm against Serena's as he rushed through
the door, sending electricity through both of them for a brief
moment before Serena continued walking.
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Disclaimer: Me no own Sailor Moon =)
Note: This story is an alternate reality fic...
a Serena-Darien romance no doubt! *eyes go watery
and dreamy* aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand they are somewhere
in their twenties. I don't want to be specific in
the fic...I want YOU to imagine what they look
like (even though cartoon characters never seem
to age=))
-------------
Serena strolled through the aisles with light casual
steps, with large books in her hands, threatening to
fall any minute. On the bookshelves were large thick
reference books, encyclopedias, and atlas. The sunlight
broke through the gaps between the curtains, and trails
of dust could be seen in the air. It was sure peaceful
in this lonely corner of the library. Why was she even
there?
She shrugged to herself. It had become a weekly routine
for her to go through this aisle of the ancient library.
It wasn't because of any interest in world facts, but it
was because she was fascinated by this very room. The
hulking tall brown shelves, filled with books with their
insides yellowing. It was like stepping back into time.
The dark brown curtains were always shut, although light
always managed to squeeze through the gaps, lighting up
the room, brightening up every dark corner.
She smiled. She wondered why no one else was ever here.
Every time she came, every Saturday morning, she would
find herself standing alone, looking at the room filled
with large books that no one would ever sign out. Yet,
she would take them out sometimes, and just look at the
yellowing pages, examine the maps, read a few facts, and
smile at the lonely hard covers. The young librarian
would always raise his eyebrow at her when she signed
out atlas every Saturday. What would she, a twenty-odd
-year-old girl, beautiful, graceful, carefree, would do
with atlas and such and such? He would then shake his
head and take her card, and tell her when they would be
due. She would give him her world-famous heart-melting
smile and walk out of the library, books piled up in front
of her.
Today was perhaps somewhat different. She could feel
it in her heart. There was a sort of excitement rising
in her veins. What it was, she didn't know. She just
knew that from this day forward, her life would be changed.
Smiling at her foolishness, she shook her head and
continued to walk down the narrow aisle, and out of the
corner of her eye she saw a red book sticking out and
lying flat on that shelf. Strange, she thought, books
in this room are always placed neatly, since no one but
me ever touches them...and I KNOW I'm not the one who
took it and left it sticking out like this. She walked
over and was about to push it back in when she saw the
cover.
"To my love, my soul, my life" it said in neat handwriting.
Serena stared at it, and opened to the first page.
"Dear Diary," it began...
'I can't read this...someone left this behind...' She
thought to herself, her mind struggling. One side, the
curious one, wanted to read the first entry, AT LEAST.
The other wanted to respect whoever owned this journal
and left it as it was.
Taking a deep breath, Serena read on.
[Dear Diary,
I cannot even begin to tell you how I felt today.
The pain, the loneliness, the death of a dream. Such
feelings cannot be described in words. Just the very
thought of it leaves me speechless. What happened,
you might ask? The love of my life, my angel, my reason
for living, is out of my life, forever. FOREVER. The
word that we shared...our favorite word...is no longer.
A drunk driver's car took her life today. I held her in
my arms. I felt her turn cold. I saw her eyes struggling
to stay open but the eyelids were just too heavy. I saw
her blood flowing out from behind her head...flowing down
to her white beautiful summer dress, flowing down her legs,
her long, slender legs...
The moment that we've shared will only be memories. From
this day forward, this journal will only hold memories
that I have of her. Random events that have taken place
in the past. Feelings that I've held for her and always
will...
Darien]
Serena closed the journal and tears fell and landed on
the soft red cover. Darien, whoever this man might be,
was in pain, and was pouring his heart out into a simple
book. He would be in panic by now, realizing that he
had left this important piece of his life behind. She
traced the words with her trembling fingers as she
stepped out of the peaceful room into the main lobby.
"Excuse me, is there a lost and found anywhere?" She asked
politely.
The young librarian looked at her with great curiosity.
"Yes, did you leave anything behind, miss?" He asked.
"No, but this is a notebook that I've found and I think
it is a very important book that someone has left behind,
I was wondering if I could leave it in the lost and found."
She explained and held out the journal.
"'To my love, my soul, my life'? What is it, some kind of
journal?" He raised one eyebrow.
"I...I suppose so. What should I do with it?"
"Well, the thing is, there are so many things in the lost
and found and no one has ever come back to claim them.
Besides, this journal would be stacked all the way at the
bottom and I think it would be great trouble for anyone to
try to look for it. The thing is, if it seems so important,
I think you should keep it for now. Since I notice you come
every week anyways, if the person ever comes back for it,
I would let him or her know where to find you."
Serena nodded. "That's a great idea. Thanks, er..."
Serena paused as she looked at his name tag, "thank you
Jon." She said and took off before he could even reply.
Meanwhile, a certain young man dashed across the street,
racing at the speed of light to the entrance of the library,
and brushed his arm against Serena's as he rushed through
the door, sending electricity through both of them for a brief
moment before Serena continued walking.
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