Mamoru drove home with his prize. No one would notice. Would they? He had just purchased enough to get this edge off. Just one more time and no one would be the wiser. One more time and that would be it. Who was he trying convince? Himself? Does it matter? He looked over to the passenger seat where his book bag sat, which harbored the substance. He swallowed, he somehow knew that this would probably back fire on him. But he needed it so bad. He couldn't take all this pressure. He like he was being pulled from every which way and soon, if the tension didn't let up, he would be ripped apart. He walked into his part and set everything he needed up. Lastly he rolled up a paper bill, and inhaled. He felt all the tension in his boy release. He felt calm and clear minded. How could anyone be against this? How could anyone want him to go through what he felt like when he was sober? How could--- "Mamo-chan?"

Mamoru opened his eyes quickly to see Usagi standing in the open door way to his apartment. Her eyes looked from him to the living room table, and back to him.

Mamoru stood up from the couch and started to make his way over to her, "Usako---"

"Don't!" She said abruptly, causing him to stop in his tracks. She looked back at the table and then back at him with tears in her eyes. She swallowed and nodded slowly, "I see you've made your decision."

"Usagi, please--"

"No. I gave you a choice Mamoru--"

"This was the last time, I swear it."

She nodded again, "And is that what your going to say the next time? And the time after that? I gave you a choice. And it's clear what's more important to you…"

"Usako..."

"No, don't say anything. There's nothing you can say to change my mind. You've broken my heart and it's beyond fixing. Good-bye, Mamoru." And with that, she left and closed the door behind her.

Usagi flopped down on her bed and bawled her eyes out. How could he just throw away everything they ever had? Her heart was shattered and there was no reversing it. She wouldn't love again, she was sure of it. Not after this betrayal, how could she trust her heart to anyone again. There was a soft knock at the door; the door then opened to reveal her mother.

"What's the matter, sweetie?" Ikuko sat down next to her daughter on the bed and rubbed her back soothingly.

"Mamoru and I broke up." Usagi said softly.

"Good heavens, why?"

"He felt he had more important things in life to do."

"I'm so sorry honey. Do you want some pie?"

"Thank you, but no. This hurts really bad, mama. I feel like I can't show my face anywhere again, nor do I want to. I don't want to be here anymore. I don't… I don't want to be anywhere."

Ikuko sat there and pondered on this. She hated seeing her daughter hurt like this. She wanted to do something so Usagi would feel a lot better, but what. She said so herself she didn't want to be here, she didn't want…. That's it!

"Usagi? How many more exams do you have left before summer vacation?"

Puzzled by the question, she turned to look at her mother, "Two. Why?"

"Well, I was thinking that maybe, after you're done school. You could somewhere else for vacation. Maybe even a different country."

Usagi wiped her eyes, "Really? By myself, for the whole summer?"

"You don't have to go by yourself if don't want to. Besides it'll give you time away from everything you hate right now, and maybe by the end of the summer you'll be over him and can move on."

Usagi spun around and flopped down in a sitting position, legs crossed, "That's a great idea mom! I can't wait! I gotta go shopping! I gotta get new shirts, new shorts! I gotta… figure out where I'm going…"

Ikuko smiled, "you will you have just over a week--"

"Nine day."

"Yes, well. The point is that you have plenty of time to figure it out."

Usagi came home from school that day with different pamphlets for different vacation spaces. She went immediately up to her room and sprawled them out on her bed. One caught her eye more than the others did. She picked it up. Through the booklet she saw pictures of mountains and plains and beaches and forests. It was beautiful. This is where is wanted to go; this place was perfect.

She went downstairs into the kitchen where her mother was baking, "Mama. I figured out where I want to go in a few days."

"That's great honey. Where?"

"Nova Scotia, Canada."

AN: Okay I know that this part was short. But I wanted to get to the point and make you guys wonder what's going to happen….

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