Disclaimer: I do NOT own Sailormoon.
Summary: I want to talk to you about something that's bothering me. We've been together for a long time now and I watched us go from nothing to something but it seems we forgot how to love each other and I don't want to throw this thing away… this thing called us…
Note: this story is actually really difficult to write. I have the idea and plot all in my head – I know where I want to go with this, but the ability to write it type it down is amazingly difficult.
Thing Called Us
I'd give anything to start all over again…
and really love you…
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Present Time; 15:00 8th January 2007
Mamoru's POV
I'm not sure if you've noticed, but do you know that there are always songs playing on the radio… the TV… singing about how if I were your man, how right I would treat you, be there for you… and how much I would love you… I mean that's great and everything, but what happens when you got the girl of your dreams in front of you… the only girl you'd ever love standing before you… and she suddenly turns around and leaves you… what would you do then…?
If you were in my shoes, and you've realized that you've hurt her… broken her already fragile heart what would you do…? Would you stand there and let her leave…? Or would you fight for another chance…?
I mean, how come we never see when we've got something so good in front of us… something so good as the one we love in front of us… until she finally leaves and suddenly it's all so obvious… you try, try with everything on your power, to get her back… but when she looks at you, stares at you in the eyes, all she sees is the past… and all you see is the pain in hers… and even if you try to explain to her that you've become a changed man… she shakes her head and walks away… how do you cope with that…?
Do you ever reminisce about the times that we shared? Do you remember the time when you loved me when no one else would…? Because I do… and god… god I miss those days… I remember each and every feature of you… like whenever you laugh the corners of your eyes would crinkle and the ocean blue would sparkle like a warm summer's day at the beach… or when you were angry, that cute little nose of yours would wrinkle up and your eyes would storm over…
Do you know that if I had the chance… just one more chance… I'd love you differently… I promise…
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Past Time; 21:00 21st December 2004
She sat there, in the most elegant of dresses. Her long silver blonde hair was tied up in a stylish up do, while the soft curls of her bangs fell effortlessly down her face, framing the delicate and angelic like appearance she held. She looked like an angel, sent straight from heaven. Sent from god to watch over the love of her life.
A glass of wine was poised ever so gracefully in her hands, her crystal blue eyes watching the sparkling liquid swish around the class in a fury of bubbles. Watching, intently at the bubbles as they fought with such powers to escape the hollowness of the glass, watch with such interest as they fought for something that seemed so pointless in the end.
They were fighting a losing battle. Just as she was.
He was late again. Nothing out of the ordinary. He was a busy man after all, having just won over the most important client of his firm, she had nothing to expect but tardiness from him. It was normal. She was used to it. Yet she still couldn't stop the hurt that slowly ate its way to her heart. The hope that was crushed each time she heard the door to the restaurant open, only to see that it was not him. She couldn't stop the anger that was starting to grow each hour that passed and he had still not arrived also. Even though she told herself, reminded herself over and over again that there was nothing she could do.
He was a busy man. A busy man with a business to run. She was nothing to him now.
Only second best.
She sat there, in the car, peering out into the darkness, the streets were empty of life at this hour, for it was close to five in the morning. At this hour Hong Kong no longer held life, light… passion. During this hour, there was nothing.
Just like her.
She had allowed her driver to take her home. He had not arrived, just like every other time, he had not shown nor had he called. She sat there, like a fool, just like every other time.
She was hurt yet she felt no need to argue. She was over the feeling of embarrassment, it seemed that every time he had promised such useless things such as this to her, she had always allowed her fairytale mind to conjure up images of the two sharing each other's company like before.
And each time that he had not shown, she would not learn.
Her heart always managed to win over her brain. The maybe's always shadowing the truths… it seemed that no matter what, she would never learn. Her heart will always win, and she will always be alone, just like every other time. She would end up alone.
It was dark. As expected. Their house was no longer a home. Warmth could not be felt within the walls of their abode, love could not be seen, and presences was hardly evident. Although spacious, modern and classy their house now was full of, it no longer held heart, and there was no soul. It was nothing but a pile of bricks, built on nothing but money, greed and wealth.
She hated it, hated it with such a passion, yet she could do nothing. Because she loved him, loved him with such a passion and because of that she would never leave him. Ever.
She lay in bed alone, and stayed awake until morning came once again. He had not arrived home, nor had he called. Just like every other time, she was alone. He would never know the shame she was put to once again. He would never know, for he was never home. He was no longer with her endlessly. He was no longer with her, even Saturdays, which were spent within each other's arms no longer existed. The cuddles that they shared whilst in bed all day was no longer evident.
No longer could love, happiness and passion be felt within the walls of their homes on Saturday. Days have meshed together throughout the years, no longer could she depict the weekends from the weekdays, the days from the weeks, the hours of the day, the minutes of the hour, the seconds of the minutes. There was nothing.
Because without him she was nothing.
She ate breakfast alone. Just like every other day. She did not mind, for she was used to it. She had become accustomed to everything. He was a busy man, such a busy man that nothing she did, nothing she wore, could ever impress him anymore. She meant nothing to him. She was after all, second best. For it was clear in everyone's eyes… that he loved her no more, that all his love, his devotion, was given to something lifeless.
His firm.
Yet she could not hate him. She could not hate him like many of her friends have hated him. They have told her, over and over to leave him, that she deserved better than someone like him. For they could see the pain she was clearly in, see how empty she had become. But they would never understand. She could never leave him, she could never hate him.
For she loved him. Loved him with everything that was left in her soul.
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Fin.
Yes I know it's been YEARS since I've updated this story, but I had changed the plot to it completely and have decided to go upon a different path. A very angst story I must say so myself. But it wouldn't be a first! 3.
A bit short, but I promise I will update this story more often (:
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