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The Battle Within: I Remember Now
By: SpiritOfTheWind"Mina."
I turned sharply, stunned that Rei could creep up on me without my knowledge. Was I that deep in thought? "Hiya Rei." I called on my acting skills, trying to put on a happy face.
"Drop it."
Stunned, I gasped, "What?"
"Drop that act. You don't need to hide, I already know."
"You do?"
"Yeah."
"Oh."
Pause.
"Tell me. Everything."
And so I did. I told her everything, from Mamoru's proposal, to meeting Kunzite, to my leave of him. Involuntarily, tears began to roll down my pale cheeks. One, then two, then three. Soon, I was crying fully into Rei's shoulder. Tears were like a temporary relief to me, letting out bottled emotions: anger, resent, pain, sorrow. If only it was permanent.
Presently, Rei said softly, "You forgot something."
"What?"
"When Kunzite killed you, you forgave him. You promised to love him, whatever he did."
"I did forgive him in this life. I told him I was willing to forgive, even though I wouldn't forget!"
"But you don't love him. Do you? You promised to."
I don't know what to say. My head tears me one way, but my heart pulls me back. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. I want to scream. "I…I…I don't know. I don't know what to think, what to feel." What to say to Kunzite should I meet him again.
"He still loves you."
"That's because his good half was shut away since the Silver Millennium. Of course his memories would be stronger."
"True love is a love that spans all time. Do not give up. If he loves you, he will accept you. If you love him, you will forgive."
I fought back another flood of tears. What am I to do? Forgive him, or not? Love him, or reject him? Accept him, or cast him away?
"Minako."
That voice! It was… It was…
"Kunzite," I breathe, "Kunzite."
"Why did you come?"
"Because I love you."
"But I rejected you! How can you still love me if I told you to go?"
"We will never understand true love, so we do not try."
……………………………………………………I remember feeling like this before. I remember the sensation of being in his arms. I remember his voice, soothing, aching with emotion. I remember everything.
And I remember being loved by a certain, silver-haired man. Two thousand years ago, and now. We have been through many trials. His pride, my prejudice.
True love is a love that spans all time.
I know that now.
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