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Self Destruct

Rated T

Chapter 6: "Free Falling Emotions"

Darien yawned, scrubbing his eyes in fatigue. He sipped his daily coffee from Fruit Parlor Crown solemnly, observing his reflection from the cup. He looked a wreck. Bags from lack of sleep lay under his dull-looking midnight blue eyes. His face was lined with tired. He hadn't been getting much sleep lately. Dreams plagued him constantly about Serena's coming death. He was going to explode from terror and worry. First the dreams, now the break-up... and seeing Serena earlier had been just as hard. Seeing her so broken, so sad...

And it was all his fault. But what choice did he have? It was either stay away from her or watch her die because he wouldn't. The decision was easy. He would never, ever place Serena in danger. Especially for his own selfish reasons.

The ebony-haired man shook thoughts of his love from his mind. It hurt to think about her, and what he was doing to the both of them. "Lizzie?"

The red-haired waiter, sister of his best friend Andrew, came up to his booth. She had long since left the blonde guy she'd previously been talking to. Of course, even though he'd left, he's still slipped her a note with his phone number scratched onto it.

"Yah, Darien?"

"I'd like another coffee, please."

"Sure! Hold on, though." The sound of a phone ringing permeated the melancholy, quiet atmosphere. Elizabeth rushed off to answer it.

Darien sighed, thoughts unconsciously drifting back to Serena. She was all he thought about now. He remembered again her face when he'd first entered the Crown.

Terror.

Sorrow.

Surprise.

All the things he himself had felt.

He just hadn't been able to take it. He'd turned around and exitted, unable to face his ex-girlfriend. And so he'd gone, back to his apartment, gathering his wits to go back. Perhaps, if he'd seen her again, he'd talk to her. The look on her face prompted his realization that he needed her to know; needed her. Tell her the truth of why he was afraid to be with her. Maybe she'd understand. Besides, he needed his daily coffee and going there everyday was like a ritual.

But when he came back, the girl that was always in his thoughts and in his dreams wasn't there. Neither were her infamous lackeys. So Darien had cursed himself at his misfortune, and settling in with his coffee, had begun berating himself for breaking up with her and then arguing back the reasons why he had to. It was a daily fight with his conscience, and he couldn't seem to stop.

"Oh god, you're not serious, are you?"

Darien was pulled back from his reverie by Lizzie's terror-stricken voice. He saw from his seat that she looked pale white at the phone. The red-haired teen was anxiously coiling and uncoiling the cord, as if unable to keep her hands still.

"They are?"

Darien began listening closely. The expression on Elizabeth's face warned him that the news she was receiving was not good in the least.

"OK. OK. Bye Andy," she finished, hanging up the phone and leaning against the counter.

"Oh gosh," she moaned.

"Lizzie?" Darien prodded. "Are you alright?"

"It's not me you should be worried about. Andrew just called me and said Serena and her friends were just in a car accident."

Darien's heart dropped. Just plumb dropped. It free fell through his body and hit the floor, shattering like a million pieces.

"Wh-what?" he croaked, unbelieving.

"Andrew drove by and saw the wreck. He asked what happened. Some paramedic said they were taken up to the hospital, and one of them was unconscious. He asked who was in the car and they told him. Oh god, the girls were just here... just here..."

Darien felt his chest constricting tighter and tighter. Was this what his dreams had foreshadowed? Was it? He grabbed his raincoat and threw some cash on the table.

"Where are you going?" Lizzie asked, still pale.

"To the hospital."

"But you've paid too much-"

"Keep it."

He threw the raincoat on and practically ran out into the rain.

oOo

Swish, Swish, Swish, Swish

The windshield wipers moved across the glass in a monotone dance, flinging away the rainwater that pounded onto the clear pane. Mamoru was stiff at the wheel, eyes never moving from the road and yet mind elsewhere.

"Serena, Serena, Serena," he chanted over and over. It was his way of praying that she was safe. That she was not the one unconscious. For all he knew, his angel was dead. Gone. For good.

And he never had a chance to say sorry.

To explain himself for the break-up.

To make-up.

He so wished to be with her again; to have everything like the old times. The only thing holding him back from the future he so desired with her were those damn dreams! And now, they may be coming true...

His heart was free falling. His emotions were free-falling.

His prayers were falling, falling like the rain in hopes that Serena was not what he feared; not what he dreamed in his worst nightmares.

A/N: I told you I'd post ASAP the more reviews I got! Thank you very much for to my reviewers and readers. Please, people, review and like I did this time, I'll update faster (ASAP) :-D Also, thanx for everyone who wished me better. This cold is starting to finally go away, but I still can't breathe out my nose, grrrrrr... But I'm still surrounded in tissues cuz my nose just won't stop running! LOL!

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AngelMoon Girl