Here's the next chapter. Thanks for all the reviews! Also this should be about the time that it should take for the next chapter to come out. Also there is very strong sexuality in this chapter. Reader beware.
RATED: R for sexuality and language.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sailor Moon but the storyline and all original characters are from my own imagination.
Trust Between the Covers
Chapter 11: Don't Let the Days Go By
Usagi gasped softly as her hand tried to find stability on the slippery surface of her mahogany desk. Her supple body arched upwards as a slender hand ran a familiar path from her calf to her thigh, teasing her panty line before pulling the obstacle past her ankles and off her feet. Her eyes closed as her body made contact with the cool surface, relaxing the muscles in her legs as they were slowly pulled apart and the hem of her skirt was raised past her hip.
She allowed a sharp intake of breath to pass from her lips as she felt him enter her, her most inner muscles contracting around his length. She initiated the rhythm, her hips and ass rising about a half a foot off her workspace. She turned her face from him, her breathing even and deep. She would not admit it to herself but she was actually mildly bored as she watched her knuckles gradually turn white as she held her firm grip upon the desk. Her breathing became quicker and more desperate as her body responded free from her mind. She closed her eyes, waiting for the temporary bliss. Mistake. She moaned, not gasped this time, as visions of sinewy skin and dark blue eyes permeated her thoughts. She could almost feel his sweaty body as it moved with hers and hear the soft erotic growls spoken in a foreign tongue.
"Oh God!" came a voice, certainly not from her own throat. She had not made a noise like that for two years.
Seiya let out a low groan before pulling out his flaccid member from her.
"God baby do I really make you that hot," he said with laugh, giving her butt a soft pat before redoing his ponytail.
She gave him a small smile as she readjusted her skirt.
"Well thank you for the pick-me-up. Shall I still see you at eight for dinner?" he asked straightening his tie.
"Of course." I'll leave early just for you," she replied sweetly.
"Oh Oh. You know you have captured Usagi's heart when she agrees to leave before nine o'clock for you," he answered genuinely pleased.
Usagi gave him a bemused look. His joke not far from the truth.
"I'll see you at eight," she said firmly ushering him towards the door.
She shut the door to her office with a sigh. She had been seeing Seiya everyday for almost a year. Things were becoming serious.
"That's why it's even more imperative that I forget," she thought to herself as she settled herself down to her work, genuinely confused as to why she could not get a certain dark-haired violinist out of her head.
Endymion sipped his cappuccino slowly as he flipped through his mail, a bored expression gracing his astonishing features.
"What's this?" he asked to the uncaring room as he fingered a letter with a return address to Tokyo.
He opened the envelope with shaky fingers. The thick paper felt good upon his fingertips. He swiftly read the curvy handwriting. He snorted in disgust before throwing the invitation back upon the table.
"Petty gesture," he thought bitterly.
"Although I stole the love of your life from you, I was hoping that you could celebrate as I marry the girl that caused me to leave your beloved after one month of great fucking. No hard feelings. Under the rug swept," Endymion mocked in a falsely sweet voice to the cold and silent room.
He sat pensive, a cigarette hanging from his sensuous lips, for a moment trying to think of the best way to reply. Somewhere along the lines of "go fuck yourselves" but with more class. He could not simply ignore the invitation; they had to know he had received it. Suddenly, a wicked, devious, wonderfully spiteful idea brought itself to Endymion's attention. A satisfied smirk crossed his face as he reached for his phone, his long fingers poised to dial RSVP number, when a shrill ring issued from the object a few inches from his face, giving him quite a start.
"Hello?" he answered firmly.
"Endymion Shields?" a strange voice said on the other line.
"This is he," he answered self-assured with a hint of suspiciousness.
"This is New York City Police Department. We just a got a message from the law enforcement in Italy. They wouldn't say much, those Italians, but they want you to take the next flight down there ASAP. No excuses," said the brisk masculine voice.
"I am not ordered to go anywhere," he answered coolly.
"Well I can't force you to go. They don't have a warrant or really anything. Like I said those damn Italians were secretive like. Wouldn't say much. Just said it would be in your best interest to get down there. Said it would be a lot harder on you if you didn't comply. Didn't seem like they were really out to get ya or anything. Almost seemed like they just wanted a friendly chat. Said they got a call from a place called Mangi. Got transferred to them, got transferred to us..." the man continued on but Endymion stopped listening after "Mangi." Only four people still living knew where he had grown up. All the reporters after his sudden fame assumed he was from America or Europe, no one would ever think of a little cliff town off the coast of Italy. It probably wasn't even on a map.
"Thank you, sir" Endymion replied trying to keep his voice steady.
He hung up without waiting for a reply and dialed the number for his travel agent. His scheme for the invitation completely pushed out of his mind.
Usagi stared blankly at the white walls of her shower. The steamy water pounding in her ears. She loved her apartment in the heart of Tokyo. Although luxurious and elite it was not too large, and decorated modern but not cold. Usagi's trademark style. She scrubbed her blonde hair thoroughly trying to wash away thoughts of him. She had barely given him a second thought when he left. But then she had other things to occupy her mind...
She shuddered at the memories of the first few months after Endymion had left. But she would not think about them. Right now they were to stay locked in the dark corners of her mind. She smiled softly. Now Endymion was not the only one with dark secrets. She sighed angrily at herself. She had just thought about him again. She supposed it was because of her growing intense relationship with Seiya. Yes the sex was fine, yes the outings were fine. But that was it. They lacked passion.
"Oh well he's good to me. My relationship with Ryan had passion, and look where that led me," she thought bitterly.
She ran an absent-minded hand over her barren thirty-four year-old stomach, and closed her eyes.
FLASHBACK
"Look at the stars and how they shine for you, and all the things that you do," Endymion sung to her hoarsely.
She smiled and snuggled deeper into his chest as they swung lazily on her hammock, the crisp spring night air causing goose bumps on their skin.
She looked up at the velvety endless sky, the silver diamonds winking at her.
"Are you making a wish?" his husky voice brought her back from her reverie.
"No...I was just thinking of the future," she replied non-chalantly.
"Hmm..well I'll tell you about the future," he said placing a warm kiss in the concave of her neck.
"You'll live in the south of Italy, spending some of the summer in France. You'll have a large lovely home that smells like cinnamon in the winter and jasper in the summer with a large yard for the children to catch lightening bugs as you watch from the porch. They'll be a girl and a boy. The girl with hair that mocks the sun like her mother's, and a younger boy who will have dark brooding eyes and hair, like his father. At night you'll sit there as the children's laughs blend with the crickets and the soft sounds of the violin as your husband, your lover, tells through notes of his undying love for you."
Usagi's throat tightened at the description of the lovely picture.
"Oh Endymion that sounds like a fairytale," she replied softly.
"Darling who says life can't be fairytale," Endymion said with a smile.
"Once upon a time will be someday soon," he whispered he the swayed the hammock slowly.
END FLASHBACK
Usagi turned the water off violently.
It was nothing but that: fiction. Although no matter how hard she tried to convince herself of his cruel lies, she knew that he had believed them, and that his hopes and turned to ash that fateful day....
Endymion tried to fight the feeling that was making his heart tighten as he drove down the familiar roads. He was home.
Endymion checked his watch. He had about a half hour before he had to meet the detectives at Mangi's quaint courthouse which also served as a jail. He sighed as he took a sharp left, his hands and feet involuntarily leading him to face his demons.
Endymion slowly got out of the large black SUV he had rented. He never drove sports car unlike most of his peers. He still stood by his notion that men who drove fast cars were lacking in other departments. And he was certainly not lacking. He walked to the barren field where the crumbling foundation of a house still stood. He touched the ground tentatively. It was warm under his fingers from the afternoon sun. He closed his eyes as he ran a hand over the derelict concrete.
"NO! STOP! Please, please, please, please, please..." his mother's voice replayed in his mind over and over.
He had had the house which had witnessed his boyhood bulldozed to the ground a year earlier. Unfortunately his haunting memories and the house's crumbling foundation still remained.
Endymion walked into the courthouse with his usual swagger.
The two detectives looked up with smiles.
"Signore Endymion Shields?" the younger asked.
"Io ricevuto il tuo messagio," Endymion said, his first language coming back, flowing easily over his tongue.
Translation: I received your message
"Tu sei una leggenda a Mangi," the younger one spoke again.
Translation: You are a legend in Mangi
Endymion shrugged, "Tu dici."
Translation: It's what you say.
"Signore Shields, la tua leggenda si diventata molte interessante," the older detective finally spoke. His words echoed forebodingly in the small dusty room.
Translation: Mr. Shields your legend is about to become more interesting.
"Vieni con mi."
Translation: Come with me.
They rode in silence. Although Mangi was a very small town, Endymion had never been in these parts. They were reserved for the poorest of the poor.
He followed the two detectives into a very shabby apartment building crammed between an equally rundown housing building and a shop which adorned a sign boasting of "belle donne pronte piace"
Endymion walked through the dank hallway which was lit by only one uncovered bulb. He grimaced as he could hear the unmistakably sounds of fucking in a room as he passed. The door was left open without shame. He caught a glimpse of a rather slight woman, her legs pushed roughly into the air and spread apart revealing her most sensitive area as a man stood before the bed, pulling her legs farther apart and pounding into her unmercifully. Unfortunately he followed the detectives into the next room. Endymion scrunched his nose in disgust as he looked around the dingy surroundings. The room was small with no window, the carpet dark and dirty. He could see a small kitchen with yellow appliances and through an open door he could see a small bedroom which contained a small bed with an ugly floral print bedspread. The walls were paper thin. He could still hear the old mattress squeaking and the mans vulgar comments.
"Tu piace il mio gallo grande?"
Translation: Do you like my large cock?
"Questa maniera," the detective said, obviously trying to ignore the lewd acts occurring a door down, motioning towards the bedroom.
Translation: This way
Endymion followed skeptically. He took an immediate right into a cramped bathroom before he got a good look at the rest of the room.
Endymion's jaw dropped and his face turned ashen at the sight presented before him.
"Hello?" Usagi answered the phone impatiently. She still needed to dry her hair and Seiya was due any minute.
"Usagi?"
"Hey Mina," she sighed at the familiar voice.
"Uhm I need to talk to you," she said slowly.
"Ugh Mina is it important?" she asked as she bounced on the balls of her feet.
"It's about Endymion."
Before him lay Monique's twisted and almost skeletal form. Her legs were at an odd angle, one dangling out of the bathtub where her form had taken its final resting place. Her hips jut out plainly and Endymion was able to easily count each of her ribs from his spot in the doorway. Her pert breasts seemed to quiver before him below her prominent collarbone. It was all Endymion was able to do to raise his gaze to her blue lips which were parted slightly, almost as in a silent plea for redemption. Her brown doe eyes stared blankly ahead as her raven black hair was tossed over her slender shoulders and pale cheeks. Endymion's stomach lurched as he noticed her arms which laid limp at her side. A trail of crimson led from her small wrists to the stained floor of the bathtub. He closed his eyes as he tried to fight an intruding memory.
FLASHBACK
"I see you have a shower radio. Clever. The shower can be such a lonely place. Nothing but blank walls with the pounding water and yourself in your most vulnerable state. Nothing is hidden and your thoughts are your only company. Can almost make you go crazy, can't it Darien?" she asked in a far away voice, her eyes flitting and resting momentarily on the scar gracing his wrist.
"I just enjoy listening to music everywhere," he replied, slightly defensively.
"Hmm...Sometimes it's good to be with your thoughts. They're always there waiting for you, you have to pay attention to them eventually," she said nonchalantly.
END FLASHBACK
"Lei e' familiare?" one of the detectives asked.
Translation: Is she familiar?
"Si, Si. Io ho conscuto da lungo fa tempo," Endymion managed to choke out.
Translation: Yes, Yes. I knew her from long ago.
"Lei ha parta una lettera," the older detective said giving him a faded piece of paper.
Translation: She left a letter.
Endymion took it with trembling fingers and read the words swiftly:
Am I correct to defend the fist that holds this pen?
It's ink that lies,
the pen, the page, the paper.
I live, I learn.
You will always take what I have earned.
And so aid my end while I believe I'm winning.
Our friends speak out in our defense.
I pay ten deaf ears for two months rent.
We burn the gallows they erect,
and cut the nooses they tie for our necks.
You constantly make it impossible to make conversation.
Keep us comatose but audible.
And I like it the farther I get out.
We pass it off but it's all on us.
Only common conversation,
it took everything I got.
And I like it the farther I get out.
Once said, always said.
I will hold the past over your head.
I'll speak my mind whenever I feel slighted.
We slip concealed back to the keep.
We prey as wolves among the sheep
And slit the necks of soldiers while they sleep.
I am hell-bent on extracting all of my revenge.
So take heart, sweetheart, or I will take it from you.
Endymion glanced quickly back up at the detectives who were now wearing strange smiles. He thought back for a second to the way Monique looked when he told her that it was over. He could never, would never, forget the crushed soul peering back at him through liquid brown eyes.
I am hell-bent on extracting all of my revenge....
Endymion drove quickly over the bumpy road, the gravel like his fragile soul protesting in pain. The last hour spent in the detectives' cluttered office buzzed around his head like a television program in which he could not shut off. The first shocker was the Monique had AIDS. Endymion shuddered thinking that only a thin layer of rubber separated him from pleasure and death. Although it really didn't matter much now...
From every angle it looked like suicide to him, but the detective said that they could not directly rule it as such because there was no clear cut note. Just that letter in which Monique had addressed to him.
"Another letter to haunt me forever," he thought bitterly.
And to his surprise there was another piece of the puzzle in which had caused the detectives to not just think of suicide, but murder. And that interesting piece of information lay innocently on the leather seat beside him. It contained a name and address.
"I should have known you would have never let me live in peace, even in your death," he said wearily.
However his heart ached for his fallen love and a new guilt burned in his breast for abandoning her in her time of need.
Endymion knocked firmly on the door to a quaint but well-kept flat.
"Hello?" a woman in her late thirties answered in a heavily Italian accent.
"Oh yes, you must be Signore Shields," she said allowing him access.
Endymion gave her a swift sweeping glance.
She had short dark curly hair which was placed closed to her head, the thick curls just long enough to graze her cheek. She was of dark complexion and slim figure but had blazing green eyes and small but firm breasts which strained against the fabric of her low-cut top.
Endymion sighed. Well at least she spoke English.
"You seem to know my name, however, I am unaware of yours," Endymion said softly yet in control as his blue eyes locked with her green.
"Oh I know much more about you than just your name," she replied wickedly, flashing him a devious smile.
"Name. Name. Name. Oh my fucking God, what's the name," Usagi's mind frantically shouted at her as she gripped the back of the man on top of her. She vaguely recalled that she should be shouting out someone's name right now but at the moment the only thing that felt right on her tongue was "Endymion."
"Hmm, I think it starts with a "T"...or maybe an "S"..." her mind tried to recall.
She instinctively matched his strokes, her hips banging against his.
A familiar pleasure arose from the friction. But that's all it was. Familiar. Ordinary. Mediocre.
Usagi's breath caught in her throat as she let out a muffled moan.
The man gently rolled off of her and lovingly brushed her blonde bangs away from her cerulean eyes.
A small smile played upon his lips.
"Are you okay darling," he asked softly.
"Seiya!" her mind reminded her with a start
"Hmm, Seiya, love I'm fine. Just a tad tired. Tonight was beautiful though," she added as an afterthought as she noticed the drop in his smile.
"Yes, it was beautiful," he said, as though trying to validate her statement for he could see that it was not true in her eyes.
Usagi met his searching glance. She sighed inwardly. She should be happy with Seiya. He was a quite successful suit designer, and his band which was a side project actually had some potential. It was just...just...oh saying it would only make it true.
"Usagi what's on your mind? Let me in, please," Seiya pleaded softly.
Usagi once again met his gaze. She could never tell anyone about Endymion, but another pressing problem somehow pushed itself through her bruised lips.
"I want a baby," she said sternly.
Seiya's body tensed as he jerked his head from its resting place next to hers.
"Darling you're just starting your career," he replied as though the very idea was outlandish.
"I'm thirty-four years old. It's now or never," she cried.
"I don't think you realize how big of a commitment a child is. I want to travel. And make love without interruption," he said, now sitting completely upright.
"Oh, so is that all I am to you? A hole to give you pleasure?" she asked bitterly.
"Usagi! Must you always be so childish? You know of my feelings for you. I tell you everyday. Unfortunately I am not so sure about your feeling for me," he replied, a hysterical note entering his voice.
"I am NOT childish!" she bit back angrily.
"How can you take care of a child? You're not even mature enough to maintain a relationship. You're just a child in a woman's body" Seiya said exhausted.
Usagi stared, her eyes laced with hurt, at the man in front of her. He no longer had long dark hair and a light complexion, but short blonde hair and tanned skin. She was staring at her husband.
"Get out. Get out," she whispered softly.
"God damnit Usagi, don't be this way," Seiya said annoyed.
"Get out, GET OUT! You're just like him. You're just like him," she sobbed.
Seiya gave her a wary look before gathering his clothes.
"I'll call you in the morning when you're done your tantrum," he said softly.
She gazed up at him, her eyes filled with loathing and tears.
Ryan had always called her shows of emotion tantrums.
"That's funny, I don't know a thing about you except that your name is Olivia Adronzci," he replied with an arched brow.
"Hmm, you look exactly like I imagined you. You have your father's hair and build, but your mother's eyes and facial features," she went on ignoring his comment.
Endymion's jaw tightened as it did when he became frustrated. He found this woman inexplicably frustrating, but also oddly sexual. He also did not appreciate being compared to his father. He had no father.
"So just to entertain my fancy would you mind telling me as to how you got all this information concerning me," he asked trying to hide the venom in his voice.
"Everyone knows about you. You're a legend here in Mangi," she replied flippantly.
"Or so I hear," he said softly, his midnight eyes locking for a second with her emerald.
"But what I still do not know is where the investigators gave me your name and address."
"Well I see you're one to get straight to the point. Monique was quite bent with bitterness and of course anyone would offer a pretty penny to get a story concerning the talented famous, yet mysterious violinist who just seemed to emerge on the scene over night. What they don't know, however, is that he has a past as dark as his midnight locks," she finished with a smile.
"A past as dark as his midnight locks?" he mimicked.
"It's a line from my article and a damn clever one at that," she quipped.
"So what you're pretty much saying is that Monique sold me out?" he asked impatiently.
"Don't take it too harshly. She was down on her luck. However she was infatuated with you. And I can see why," Olivia finished huskily as she placed a small palm onto his knee.
A dark expression crossed Endymion's features. There was one excellent way to get a woman to talk....
"So lover is the article already published," Endymion asked between Olivia's gasps as he continued his depraved ministrations upon her body, nipping and sucking on her hard nipples as his large hard manhood rubbed against her wet slit, tantalizing teasing not entering.
"Ah, uhm, it was going to be published here but I found out that I could get more for it," she moaned as she grabbed his ass trying to force him into her.
He kissed her savagely as he spread her legs open.
"Who did you sell it to?" he breathed, slowly putting the head of his penis into her opening.
"It was to a woman in New York City, America," she gasped. With every word he pushed his pole in farther.
"Give me a name lover," he goaded as he ran his tongue along the concave of her neck.
"Manchester. Beryl Man-CHESTER!" she squealed as he put his full-length into her pumping furiously. He put in three good strokes before bringing her to a crashing orgasm. He watched amused as her chest heaved and her limbs failed.
He pulled his still hard cock out of her now satisfied woman-hood.
"Don't you want to finish off?" she asked as she watched him tuck his erect penis back into his boxers.
"I've gotten all I need out of you," he replied non-chalantly.
She looked at him with her piercing green eyes.
"I believe that there are more secrets to you Endymion Shields then Monique revealed. No wonder a woman would want to have an affair with you. You're absolutely infatuating," she whispered softly.
Endymion's back muscles tightened noticeably. Monique revealed the affair.
A cynical smile played upon his lips as he looked at his recently conquered.
"You have no idea."
Endymion needed to make peace. For the last time. He dialed Mina's number quickly. To his relief the answering machine came on. He explained briefly that he would not be attending the wedding. It was too difficult yada yada yada. He then focused his attention on more pressing matters as he pressed the accelerator harder, driving faster to his fate.
He had never been here before but his feet instinctively knew where to carry him.
He stood before the stone monuments white-faced and tight-throat. With trembling fingers he placed a rose upon the dead earth. He looked up and stared into the uncaring eyes of the stone angel, her indifferent face mocking his own mortality. He ran his fingers over the engraving, as an old Italian saying pushed its way into his consciousness.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
If the Lord doesn't take you the devil must
Endymion sat for awhile in front of his aunt and uncle's grave, as the sun cast eerie shadows across the stone figures and his equally stony face. With a callous heart he confronted the fact that he would never see his now holy relatives again. Nor his winged-mother. A smirk graced his full lips for a moment.
If the Lord doesn't take you the devil must.
Not even the devil wanted him. He would be taken to fire and brimstone out of necessity. His soul was as unwanted as his physical being.
Endymion gripped the cross in which he had worn since Baptism tightly. The cool silver burning into his hot hand. With a heart-wrenching tug he broke the thin chain. With hands shaking from injustice, regret, and fury he placed the ornament, his soul, into the outstretched arms of the angel.
He no longer had need of it.
"Sorry Mina, I've been busy. Now what did you need to talk about," Usagi asked as she settled herself in her friend's apartment.
"Okay Usagi, don't get mad but I invited Endymion to the wedding," she replied quickly.
"Mina how could you!" she demanded, however a faint flame of hope burned in her chest.
"Well don't get too mad Usagi because I just got his RSVP and he can't come," she finished lamely.
Usagi tried to hide the frown forming at the corners of her mouth.
"Is he too busy fucking bimbos?" she asked bitterly.
"If you must know, he said that it's too difficult. Which translates into that he still cares for you Usagi," Mina sighed exasperated.
"Well it's a little late. I no longer have feelings for him," she sniffed.
"That's a lie and you and I both know it. You can't spend the rest of your life protecting your pride and hiding in fear. Don't let the days go by Usagi," she said softly.
Usagi looked at her and sighed.
"Well there's nothing I can do. I don't even know where he is, and he's not coming to the wedding," Usagi replied relenting.
"Not uh. Kunzite got his address from Motoki and his most permanent residence is a flat in New York City. I say you go to him. No distance or obstacle is too great for true love," Mina said valiantly.
"You're crazy," Usagi said simply.
"Well I know if there was still a glimmer of hope that he cared I would go to the ends of the Earth. You think about it Usagi."
Usagi sat in her apartment glumly. She was so confused. Yes she still cared for Endymion but the past was haunting. She smiled softly. Maybe Endymion did still care. He had always been a fucking hopeless romantic. She sat pensive for a moment as she listened to the melancholy music issuing from her stereo.
I'm never alone
I'm alone all the time
Are you at one, or do you lie
I treated you bad, you bruise my face
I couldn't love you more you've got a beautiful taste
Bad move white again
Bad move white again
As she falls around me
I needed you more when you wanted us less
I could not kiss, just regress
It might just be clear simple and plain
Don't let the days go by
Could've been easier on you
I couldn't change though I wanted to
It should have been easier by three
Our old friend fear and you and me
Don't let the days go by....
Endymion drove the winding roads quickly. He knew them like the back of his hand. He knew that right ahead was very sharp curve. This story was going to have an ending fitting to its plot. Tragic. Selfish. Dramatic. He pressed the accelerator harder.
He saw the curve approaching quickly. He closed his eyes. However an unexpected image blazed in his mind and caused him to turn the wheel sharply.
The tires squealed as the vehicle did a complete 360, stopping innocently in the middle of the road.
Endymion groped for the handle and got out shakily. He collapsed to his knees, his heart beating quickly. He did not know why the image of golden hair and blue eyes had caused him to save his own life when those same features had caused him to abandon his one love and lose his hope. His breathing was still haggard as he looked at the ground his eyes burning. He hated her. He hated her. He hated her for making him want to live. The tears started falling down his cheeks, their salty taste in his mouth. He just wanted it to end. He wanted someone to love him. But there was no one.
"My God, My God why have you forsaken me," he whispered over and over as he looked at the uncaring pavement.
He hated her for making him want to live.
Usagi played with the phone. She wanted desperately to call her travel agent and get tickets for New York. But oh if only she had a sign to show that he still cared.
She bit her thumb in her thought until suddenly she shot off the couch, tripping in her haste. She rummaged through her desk drawers until she found the coveted piece of paper she was looking for. The piece of paper which Endymion had placed in her hand in parting two years ago. She had never opened it. She unfolded it quickly. She eyes rapidly read over the curvy elegant writing.
A phone call I'd rather not receive.
Please use my body while I sleep.
My lungs are fresh and yours to keep,
Kept clean and they will let you breathe.
Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?
I am the watch you always wear but you forget to wind.
Nobody plans to be half a world away at times like these,
So I sat alone and waited out the night.
The best part of what has happened was the part I must have missed.
I'm writing my goodbyes.
I submit no excuse.
If this is what I have to do
I owe you every day I wake.
If I could I would shrink myself
And sink through your skin to your blood cells
And remove whatever makes you hurt
But I am too weak to be your cure.
The best part of what has happened was the part I must have missed. I will keep you safe and sound.
Does anybody remember back when you were very young.
Did you ever think that you would be this blessed?
It was horribly vague but that was typically Endymion. However, she saw a spark of love still burning. And as she dialed the number to gain tickets for her redemption she held close to the hope that he still loved her. She had to trust.
Okay that's the end of this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it because it was my favorite one to write so far. Monique's letter is from a Brand New song and so is Endymion's. The song Usagi is listening to is "Glycerine" by Bush. Thanks for all the reviews!
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