The Dream of Becoming Part 2
By Minako-chan
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Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon, k? K? K?????????????? *takes a deep
breath* hehehe sorry 'bout that =) However, I do own this storyline =)
Author's Notes: I know that the title doesn't really make sense (right now,
at least) but I really like the sound of it *sweatdrop* It will make sense
later on, I promise^_^ Now enjoy!!!!!!
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[The Lover After Me --- Savage Garden]
Here I go again, I promised myself I wouldn't think of you today
It's been seven months and counting
You've moved on, and I still feel exactly the same
It's just that everywhere I go, all the buildings know your name
Like photographs and memories of love
Steel and granite reminders
The city calls your name and I can't move on...
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The young man rushed into the deserted references room of the library and
looked around, panic all over his face, which was drained of any colour.
He glanced at the dusty table in front of his favourite couch, and found
it empty.
Running out of the room again, he rushed to the front, where Jon was looking
at him with a puzzled expression on his wary face.
"May I help you, sir?" He asked.
"Yes. I was wondering if you have found a book, er...a diary, a journal,
whatever, in the reference room?" He hesitated, then blurted out the
question.
"No I didn't ---" Jon said, then thought of the leather-cover journal
that the young lady Serena brought out with her when she had rushed out
only a few moments ago. The young man's face was even more pale than before,
as he collasped on the counter.
"Hey, hey, hey...what are you doing?" Jon asked, a grin playing across his
lips.
The young man paused his head-banging on the counter, and looked up. "What
does it look like I'm doing?"
"Well, sir, for one, I wouldn't want to clean up your blood if you keep
banging your head on my counter. Plus, you didn't let me finish. I happen
to know someone who took the journal." Jon smiled as hope flickered in the
stranger's midnight blue eyes.
The young man grabbed Jon's collar out of excitement and pulled him closer
to his own face.
"What...what did you say?" He stuttered. Jon looked down at his fist and
coughed.
"Sorry..." He said, and let go of his collar.
"Well," Jon continued as he fixed his shirt, "there is this young lady who
comes in every Saturday, and she found your journal this morning. Does your
journal happen to have something like 'To my love, my soul, my life' on the
cover?" He asked and immediately noticed the change of expression on the
stranger's face. His midnight blue eyes changed into clouds of storm.
"Yes." He whispered, and hang his head.
"Don't worry, she will not lose it. In fact, she wanted to put it in the
lost and found, but I told her not to because no one ever comes to check
in there. Who would have thought you would come back so soon?" Jon smiled.
"Is there any way I can contact her? Do you know her? Where can I find her?
The journal is really important." He said.
"Well, you can always leave your name and number. I do recognize you, you
go to the reference room every Saturday morning, and you always leave a few
minutes before she comes into the same room."
"How do you notice these things?"
"Because you two are the only ones that ever go in that room!" Jon chuckled.
"I don't understand why. She signs out atlas and old books, and when I ask
her why she needs them, she said she likes the feel of them, like a sense
of history." He shrugged. "What's your reason for signing out those books?"
"Same reason as hers. Anyways, I...thank you, Jon, for telling me. I'd
really appreciate it if you could ask her next time she comes in. Actually,
I will stay longer next Saturday and ask her myself. But if she comes in
again any time this week, my name is Darien Chiba, and this is my number."
Darien said as he jotted down the number on a piece of paper that Jon had
held out for him.
The next thing Jon knew, Darien had disappeared through the revolving doors
as quickly as he had entered.
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Serena sank into her couch and glanced at the cover.
"'To My Love, My Soul, My Life'." She whispered as her fingers traced over
the delicate dents from the calligraphic writing.
She struggled to put down the book, and wait for the next Saturday when she
could ask Jon if this "Darien" had come to look for it, but her eyes kept
drifting over the soft cover, the tear-stained dents of the title.
Taking a deep breath, Serena could resist her curiosity no longer. She
flipped to the last page of the diary and her eyes watered as she read
each word coming from the bottom of his heart.
[Dear Diary,
I cannot believe the last few moments I spent with my Angel, I fought with
her. I said things that I should have never said. I shot daggers at her
heart. I said things that I never meant and could never take back. I made
her cry. Her tears were like flowing crystals. My heart almost collasped
when she said she wanted to go home. Who would have thought that that would
be my last time to take her home? Who would have thought that it would be
our last ride together? Who would have thought that a drunk driver would
hit us? I wish I would have died instead...for this pain is more than I
can bear. I didn't even get a chance to apologize. She couldn't even say
goodbye. I couldn't even tell her how much I loved her and how much I love
her still. I can't move on...
{The room is silent, screaming loneliness;
My heart is empty, crowded with thoughts of you.
I look out the window once again,
Seeing only...shadows.
I have never cherished you
Because of my wounded pride.
Now as I lay back to think,
All I can feel is your touch.
Walking away that one fateful day,
I don't believe I've ever left you;
What I once thought I've gotten was freedom
Is nothing but these chains.
If it's not too late to turn back now,
I would come back to you in a heartbeat;
But as I look at you lying peacefully in your casket,
It is too late.
Cherish.}
Dairy, this will be my last entry. I wish I could move on, even though I
know I can't. It hurts too much to even look at myself in the mirror, knowing
that the face I'd see is the face of a man who had hurt his love and did not
even have the chance to say goodbye. Did not even confess his love for
her...
Darien]
(A.N. I wrote this poem for my writer's class. If anyone has a similar
poem, please forgive me, for I never intended to steal anyone's idea. It was
entirely my own)
Serena clutched the journal to her chest with pain, her tears flowed from
her crystal blue eyes like streams, landing on the paper. She closed the
journal shut and realized she could not read another entry. It was too
depressing. Whoever this girl was, she was lucky to have a man like Darien
to care for her so deeply, who still mourns her every single day. Serena
never believed in true love...until now.
She walked out to her balcony and looked down, wondering where her own true
love was. She still hadn't met her knight in shining armor, but she wished
that when she did, he would be someone like Darien, someone who was
passionate, sensitive, and full of emotions. She looked down at the people
on the streets. Many people were crossing, some of them were walking hand
in hand, some with their children, and a few were walking by themselves.
Any of them could be Darien, Serena thought to herself. She drifted off
day dreaming, not realizing that the last person on the streets her eyes
fell upon was really him.
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Darien strolled down the busy street with his hands in his pockets, his feet
kicking at stones and dust on the ground. The sun was shining brightly,
but the nice weather did not seem to change his mood. He was anxious to get
his journal back, and he could not wait for a week to do so! Suddenly the
sky darkened a bit, and Darien squinted his eyes to see a cloud had drifted
over the sun. His eyes moved to a balcony of an apartment building, and for
a moment, he thought he saw his angel.
He blinked once, then again, and realized it was only a girl who was
standing at her balcony, appearing to be daydreaming. She had a striking
resemblance to his angel. She had hair like golden streams, and although
he was too far to see what she looked like up close, her eyes were large and
blue, and her lips were curved upward into a small smile. She looked down
at him, and he froze in his tracks. He sighed in relief when he realized
she was not really looking at him, since she looked like she was still in a
daydreaming state. His heart throbbed with pain just looking at her, she
could have passed as his angel's twin. He paused, looked at her once more,
then continued on his way home.
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TO BE CONTINUED
By Minako-chan
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Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon, k? K? K?????????????? *takes a deep
breath* hehehe sorry 'bout that =) However, I do own this storyline =)
Author's Notes: I know that the title doesn't really make sense (right now,
at least) but I really like the sound of it *sweatdrop* It will make sense
later on, I promise^_^ Now enjoy!!!!!!
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[The Lover After Me --- Savage Garden]
Here I go again, I promised myself I wouldn't think of you today
It's been seven months and counting
You've moved on, and I still feel exactly the same
It's just that everywhere I go, all the buildings know your name
Like photographs and memories of love
Steel and granite reminders
The city calls your name and I can't move on...
--------------------------
The young man rushed into the deserted references room of the library and
looked around, panic all over his face, which was drained of any colour.
He glanced at the dusty table in front of his favourite couch, and found
it empty.
Running out of the room again, he rushed to the front, where Jon was looking
at him with a puzzled expression on his wary face.
"May I help you, sir?" He asked.
"Yes. I was wondering if you have found a book, er...a diary, a journal,
whatever, in the reference room?" He hesitated, then blurted out the
question.
"No I didn't ---" Jon said, then thought of the leather-cover journal
that the young lady Serena brought out with her when she had rushed out
only a few moments ago. The young man's face was even more pale than before,
as he collasped on the counter.
"Hey, hey, hey...what are you doing?" Jon asked, a grin playing across his
lips.
The young man paused his head-banging on the counter, and looked up. "What
does it look like I'm doing?"
"Well, sir, for one, I wouldn't want to clean up your blood if you keep
banging your head on my counter. Plus, you didn't let me finish. I happen
to know someone who took the journal." Jon smiled as hope flickered in the
stranger's midnight blue eyes.
The young man grabbed Jon's collar out of excitement and pulled him closer
to his own face.
"What...what did you say?" He stuttered. Jon looked down at his fist and
coughed.
"Sorry..." He said, and let go of his collar.
"Well," Jon continued as he fixed his shirt, "there is this young lady who
comes in every Saturday, and she found your journal this morning. Does your
journal happen to have something like 'To my love, my soul, my life' on the
cover?" He asked and immediately noticed the change of expression on the
stranger's face. His midnight blue eyes changed into clouds of storm.
"Yes." He whispered, and hang his head.
"Don't worry, she will not lose it. In fact, she wanted to put it in the
lost and found, but I told her not to because no one ever comes to check
in there. Who would have thought you would come back so soon?" Jon smiled.
"Is there any way I can contact her? Do you know her? Where can I find her?
The journal is really important." He said.
"Well, you can always leave your name and number. I do recognize you, you
go to the reference room every Saturday morning, and you always leave a few
minutes before she comes into the same room."
"How do you notice these things?"
"Because you two are the only ones that ever go in that room!" Jon chuckled.
"I don't understand why. She signs out atlas and old books, and when I ask
her why she needs them, she said she likes the feel of them, like a sense
of history." He shrugged. "What's your reason for signing out those books?"
"Same reason as hers. Anyways, I...thank you, Jon, for telling me. I'd
really appreciate it if you could ask her next time she comes in. Actually,
I will stay longer next Saturday and ask her myself. But if she comes in
again any time this week, my name is Darien Chiba, and this is my number."
Darien said as he jotted down the number on a piece of paper that Jon had
held out for him.
The next thing Jon knew, Darien had disappeared through the revolving doors
as quickly as he had entered.
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Serena sank into her couch and glanced at the cover.
"'To My Love, My Soul, My Life'." She whispered as her fingers traced over
the delicate dents from the calligraphic writing.
She struggled to put down the book, and wait for the next Saturday when she
could ask Jon if this "Darien" had come to look for it, but her eyes kept
drifting over the soft cover, the tear-stained dents of the title.
Taking a deep breath, Serena could resist her curiosity no longer. She
flipped to the last page of the diary and her eyes watered as she read
each word coming from the bottom of his heart.
[Dear Diary,
I cannot believe the last few moments I spent with my Angel, I fought with
her. I said things that I should have never said. I shot daggers at her
heart. I said things that I never meant and could never take back. I made
her cry. Her tears were like flowing crystals. My heart almost collasped
when she said she wanted to go home. Who would have thought that that would
be my last time to take her home? Who would have thought that it would be
our last ride together? Who would have thought that a drunk driver would
hit us? I wish I would have died instead...for this pain is more than I
can bear. I didn't even get a chance to apologize. She couldn't even say
goodbye. I couldn't even tell her how much I loved her and how much I love
her still. I can't move on...
{The room is silent, screaming loneliness;
My heart is empty, crowded with thoughts of you.
I look out the window once again,
Seeing only...shadows.
I have never cherished you
Because of my wounded pride.
Now as I lay back to think,
All I can feel is your touch.
Walking away that one fateful day,
I don't believe I've ever left you;
What I once thought I've gotten was freedom
Is nothing but these chains.
If it's not too late to turn back now,
I would come back to you in a heartbeat;
But as I look at you lying peacefully in your casket,
It is too late.
Cherish.}
Dairy, this will be my last entry. I wish I could move on, even though I
know I can't. It hurts too much to even look at myself in the mirror, knowing
that the face I'd see is the face of a man who had hurt his love and did not
even have the chance to say goodbye. Did not even confess his love for
her...
Darien]
(A.N. I wrote this poem for my writer's class. If anyone has a similar
poem, please forgive me, for I never intended to steal anyone's idea. It was
entirely my own)
Serena clutched the journal to her chest with pain, her tears flowed from
her crystal blue eyes like streams, landing on the paper. She closed the
journal shut and realized she could not read another entry. It was too
depressing. Whoever this girl was, she was lucky to have a man like Darien
to care for her so deeply, who still mourns her every single day. Serena
never believed in true love...until now.
She walked out to her balcony and looked down, wondering where her own true
love was. She still hadn't met her knight in shining armor, but she wished
that when she did, he would be someone like Darien, someone who was
passionate, sensitive, and full of emotions. She looked down at the people
on the streets. Many people were crossing, some of them were walking hand
in hand, some with their children, and a few were walking by themselves.
Any of them could be Darien, Serena thought to herself. She drifted off
day dreaming, not realizing that the last person on the streets her eyes
fell upon was really him.
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Darien strolled down the busy street with his hands in his pockets, his feet
kicking at stones and dust on the ground. The sun was shining brightly,
but the nice weather did not seem to change his mood. He was anxious to get
his journal back, and he could not wait for a week to do so! Suddenly the
sky darkened a bit, and Darien squinted his eyes to see a cloud had drifted
over the sun. His eyes moved to a balcony of an apartment building, and for
a moment, he thought he saw his angel.
He blinked once, then again, and realized it was only a girl who was
standing at her balcony, appearing to be daydreaming. She had a striking
resemblance to his angel. She had hair like golden streams, and although
he was too far to see what she looked like up close, her eyes were large and
blue, and her lips were curved upward into a small smile. She looked down
at him, and he froze in his tracks. He sighed in relief when he realized
she was not really looking at him, since she looked like she was still in a
daydreaming state. His heart throbbed with pain just looking at her, she
could have passed as his angel's twin. He paused, looked at her once more,
then continued on his way home.
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TO BE CONTINUED