Hi everyone, I'm terribly sorry its taken so long for me to write, I've been busy, but I
promise to try and write more often.
With love -Winter
I do not own sailor moon or Alone by: Edgar Allen Poe
Thanks to crystal for checking this chapter, she made it so much better. Thanks!
P.S please enjoy and R&R
The Gift Of the Forgotten
Chapter 2: My Condolences
Serena wasn't quite drunk. She could get there if she wanted to, but she didn't prefer
hangovers. It's been one hell of a night, she thought hugging the notebook she carried
closely to herself. This wasn't her first time at a bar. Nope, she'd been there before, like
when Mike cheated on her. Though that was a good thing. It was a nice place, not like
most of the run down drunk houses. It was actually very civilized. Sighing, she stood and
headed for the door. Thank God her apartment was only a short walk away. As she
pushed the wooden paneled doors open, the spring air shocked her, and at the same
instant rejuvenated her. She loved the spring when everything was reincarnated. She
looked up at the dark blue sky. It reminded her of his eyes, those beautiful eyes. She was a
wreck, she'd concluded this after she'd reached her apartment building, entered her room,
and fell unconsciously to sleep on her bed.
He couldn't sleep, not with her in his head. The words he read repeated themselves over
and over in his head.
-I know he acts like a jerk, but I know that deep down he's sweet, kind, and my perfect
match.- (put this in Italics, and possible bold and put dashes around the beginning and
ending of the sentence, to let the readers know it's from another person.)
He loved that line. She didn't hate him. After all those years of torture, she didn't hate him.
But he hated himself, just a little.
-Why would Mamo-chan say that to me... he must really despise me...maybe I'm wrong
about him...maybe he really is that way, cold and heartless... please God, help me... -
He slammed his fist into the pillow. Why had he been so blind to her perfection? Why had
he made fun of her? Why didn't he tell her how much she meant to him, the world and
everything it holds. But it'll be different now... yes, soon she'll be his. And so he fell into a
peaceful sleep, dreaming of a blonde princess that would soon be his.
.............................
"Miss Tsukino, it would be much appreciated if you paid attention in my class," the
professor said as he passed her desk . "And class we'll be having a guest speaker
tomorrow, please be aware" he told the mass of students.
"Usa-chan what were you dreaming about in class?" a pretty browned eyed brown haired
girl asked.
"Not much Ado-chan, what's up?" Usagi asked the girl.
"Nothing much, did you hear bout the party Motoki-kun's having?"
"Yeah, its on Saturday, right? Are you going?"
"If you are. I don't wanna be the only freshie there. I have to go, so I'll see ya later Usa-
chan"
"Bye Adora-chan"
She wondered if Mamoru would be there. He usually excelled in all his studies, that's
why he was heading home at twelve-thirty, his teacher kicked him out because he didn't
know everything, so, the teacher told him to go home and come back when he got
better.. Maybe he was sick, love-sick that is.
He thought about her through class, she just kept on appearing in his mind. So, he was
sitting there and waiting for her to show up and drink her double-fudge chocolate
smoothie, like she did everyday. It was like a tradition, she came, ordered, and they
argued. She was smarter than anybody, though. Actually it seemed that she was one of
the smartest people in Japan. Yeah, weird. He knew that she could be as smart as she
wanted to be.
'Everyone seemed to think I was so dumb... it hurt, a lot.... It hurt most when
Mamoru said it. Does that mean something?'
He'd been an idiot not to realize her true potential, after all, there weren't many people
that could argue with him and win Except for her. She had won, more than once.
Glancing at the clock, he realized she wasn't coming. It was already four. He quickly got
up and drove to his condo. When he entered, the first page of her diary drifted into his
mind, the one that seemed to perfectly suit him.
Alone (Originally by Edgar Allen Poe)
By: Tsukino Usagi
From childhoods hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then, in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life, was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
To be continued...