Tears streamed down her face as she blindly ran into a crowded sidewalk. She knew not of her destination, but her feet carried her wherever they felt she would be safe. Not hurt. Not broken. Usagi surprised herself as she entered a familiar apartment building, but carried on as she rushed toward the elevators.
I can't believe this is happening. I gave him everything I had to give. Everything, she thought as she pressed the button of the elevator. I'm so stupid. How did I not notice how he only wanted that… me… all of me and nothing but that. Pressuring me to do something that I wanted to wait until a more special time. Like marriage. Or with the one who I truly loved. I never loved him. The only thing I felt was passion and attraction. He never loved me, either.
After knocking on the apartment door rather frantically, a disheveled Mamoru opened the door, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Surprise filled expression as he realized the person at his door was Usagi who was breathless from running and whose face was red and puffy from the abundant amount of tears her eyes had already poured out.
"Are you busy… I'm sorry. I didn't know where else to go. You're probably busy but-" she was abruptly shut up as his strong arms wound around her shoulders, pulling her into his chest.
Safe, that's all she wanted. She felt as if everything was going to be alright. Her heart didn't hurt as bad; the shattered pieces didn't feel as scattered. There was hope, and she would have her friends and Mamoru to rebuild herself. They stood there in Mamoru's hallway, Usagi sobbing into Mamoru's chest. No words were needed. Things were far from being healed, but all was understood.
So sorry for the long wait! My schedule has been really hectic! I hope you enjoy this chapter; it was inspired by personal events in my life. If you have any ideas, just let me know. Thank you all for all of the lovely and amazing reviews and of course favoriting and following these one-shots!