Twilight: The end of day

Why? Why did you leave me? A faded image appeared in the mirror that rested in her hands. Blonde hair, tousled from the wind, a tall lithe figure with piercing blue eyes. The colour of the sky. A single tear formed, quivering on her lashes. She chocked back a sob and willed the image from the mirror. Still it stayed, tormenting her. With a cry of frustration she hurled it at the wall. It fell to the floor, a large crack marring the smooth glass. A tear fell onto her hand and suddenly they were falling like rain. Haruka! Why did you go? She was shaking and heaving, the emotions weighing heavily on her. She picked up the mirror and a large piece fell away, revealing the image of her loved one.

Haruka laughed, eyes glittering mischievously as she splashed water at Michiru. Michiru gave her a sly grin and dived under the water, catching her unaware as she yanked on her foot. With a great heave she knocked Haruka's legs from under her. Haruka gasped as she was submerged in the cold water.
"That wasn't funny." She groaned as she got up and Michiru danced away effortlessly. She launched herself into the water, swimming slowly towards the ocean senshi. Michiru turned towards the shore and sprang, giggling, through the foamy waves. Haruka scooped her up into her arms.
"You've been very badly behaved young miss." She was wearing a look of mock outrage. "I might just have to punish you." She growled.
Michiru shrieked and threw her arms around her neck. "NO, anything but that!" She giggled as Haruka plonked her down on the sand and began to tickle her. "Have m-mercy, P-Ple-ase." She was holding her sides, laughing. Haruka stopped and gazed intently into her eyes before gently kissing her softly on the mouth…

She picked up the mirror shard and it sliced into her hand. She dropped it and automatically sucked on the wound. I used to do that for Haruka… Her vision blurred again. She went into her music room where her violin was lying in its open case, dust was gathering on its strings and she picked it up, feeling its familiar weight. She tensioned the bow and began to play. It gave an awful shriek and she knew that she could no longer play as she once did. She stumbled around the empty house, blinded by tears.

She was warm, secure. Held tight in her embrace, she turned and looked at her sleeping form, peaceful. 'I love her so much' She thought. She brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead and kissed her gently on the cheek. She stirred. "…Michiru… love…" She muttered and wrapped her arms tighter around the smaller girl.

She fell down to her knees and felt something sharp dig into her leg. It was her palette knife, she was in her art room.
She gazed blearily around at the unfinished paintings and sketches.

"How long do I have to stand like this?" Haruka was precariously balancing a ceramic globe on her hand while standing, naked, on one foot.
"Until I say so, you said you'd do one painting. Besides, it's my birthday and this is what I want. You got what you wanted last year." She smiled as she remembered sitting on their bed, wrapped up in chiffon and a big red bow.
Haruka chuckled "I remember that… are you sure this is what you really want?"
Michiru stopped and put down her sketchbook. "Not really, I just wanted to torture you a little before getting my present." Haruka put down the globe and strode over to her, kissing her passionately. "This is what you want. Right?"…

She was sobbing again, she didn't know why she bothered living now that there was no Haruka. There was a loud roaring in her ears as she found a match and struck it alight. So this is how I end. Yet again, I follow her. She threw it down onto the canvas.

She lay in her arms, all strength leaving her. "Michiru… I'm so sorry… this must be my fate… for my past crime." She was referring to the last rebirth. A youma had been possessing Michiru and Haruka, not recognising her lover, had run her through with the space sword.
"No! That wasn't your fault!" Michiru sobbed, not wanting her to leave. She had fallen, pushed by a youma, onto the silence glaive as Hotaru had been possessed by a demon.
"I'm.. sorry… M-michiru… I love… y…" She gasped and jerked upwards as her spirit left her body…

The flames were licking the ceiling, she stood in the middle of the room. Her head was light with the fumes of burning oils.
A shimmering form appeared before her. It flickered and wavered but she knew.
"Haruka!" She stepped towards the figure.
"Michiru… come. We shall be reborn together." The spirit held out a hand with Michiru took and she felt herself leave her body which crumpled to the ground.

Together, they walked into the light. At last, we have each other.