Black Roses For Love
By: Ashika
Summary: Seeing the
man who didn't know she existed hurt worse than waking from her
dreams. Season 1 Double Drabble
Disclaimer: I do not
own Sailor Moon or any of the characters mentioned, even if I didn't
mention any directly.
When she closed her eyes, it was like he was standing right there. The rose scent that would cling to his skin fluttered along the breeze and she could swear it was him. She would lean forward, just a little bit, and expect to feel his hand upon her cheek.
But then she stumbled and opened her eyes and found out that, no, he was still with that evilbitchqueen. She didn't pretend quite so often anymore – they said he was never coming back. Then he would do something cruel, like save her and laugh. His laugh was beautiful.
And you know, seeing and hearing and smelling the man who didn't know she existed hurt worse than waking from her dreams. Sometimes she wished he would die. Sometimes she wished she could die. Sometimes she wished he would die so she could die and they could be together again.
By the time she finished that train of thought, he would be standing there, saving her – laughing. Then she would close her eyes and pretend he knew who she was. But only for a second, because she could never pretend away the scent of tainted roses.
A black rose strikes the ground.
