A huge thank you to the anon who wrote the amazing review that inspired me to write this one-shot. This chapter is a sequel to "Sacrifice". I hope you enjoy!
I watched her eyes fade in and out as she listened; I could tell she was only understanding bits and pieces for she was too close to slipping away. As I spoke about our engagement, her eyes closed for the last time and her chest ceased of breathing. My breath faltered and tears escaped my eyes in rivers as her hand became limp within mine. Her lips maintained a dainty smile, reminding us all that she was no longer in pain.
Koishiteru, Usako.
I kept her in my arms as my eyes continued to leak onto her. I heard the other senshi's cries and their knees sinking down into the ground. No one tried to pry me away. No one talked to one another. We were all in shock that this had happened to the one person who made us all happy. The light in our life vanished so suddenly. Extinguished. My Usako. She was…gone.
Something stirred inside of me. It was a feeling so foreign to me, but at the same time so familiar. It felt like the warm sensation when I healed someone. A golden glow surrounded the both of us and realization dawned upon me. The Golden Crystal was healing her… like how Usako's Ginzuishou has saved countless souls and spirits.
Usako's stomach started to stitch itself up, but the blood that had escaped stayed stained on her fuku until she transformed into a new one. The bruises inflicted upon her delicate skin completely faded until there was no evidence of abuse. My heart skipped a beat when her eyes flickered open and confusion scrunched up her facial expression.
"Mamo…chan? I thought…" Usako said as she was trying to figure out what was happening to her.
"I thought so, too… Usako I'm so relieved," I replied as I gathered her closer to me.
"K…koishiteru, Mamo-chan," she whispered in my ear, her voice choking from emotion.
As our tears ran down each other's faces, I promised myself I would never put our future in danger again. I would always put myself in front of danger for her. Sure, I would be able to heal her, but I would never want her to be in pain or so close to being gone forever like she just was. Without her, my heart would never be the same. My heart will be eternally hers.