19. Pictures of You – The Last Goodbye
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Hung up on your wall for the world to see
Pictures of you, pictures of me
Remind us all of what we used to be
Mamoru surveyed the empty apartment. It was quiet and lonely and clean and still. Just like it had always been. What it was no longer, however, was bare. No.
During his brief relationship with his Usako again, he'd been subjected to her 'homing'. On his coffee table sat picture frames, filled with photos of him and Motoki, Usagi and the girls, and even one of the whole group. On the wall behind the TV, hung many similar pictures in black and white, in large, black frames.
In the kitchen, miniature familiar faces gleamed up at him from the fridge. A magnet of Makoto here, a magnet of Luna and Artemis there.
But his favourite picture perhaps, was the one on his bedside table. Him and Usako in happier times. She sat beside him on a grassy knoll, under his arm and laughing at the camera. He would stare at that picture for quite some time most days, lost in a trance, remembering that day.
Remembering what they used to have, and who they'd been.