Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or any songs I might use a line from while writing this story.

A/N: Here is the alternate ending. I know that both endings are kind of weak, but I just could not think of anything better. You have no idea how long I have had this typed up and how many times I have reread it just trying to come up with something better. .

Happy Reading!

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Haruka watched as the two green-eyed ex-lovers talked quietly amongst themselves. She saw the half smiles and nervous motions. She felt as if she was eavesdropping on their first date.

Heaving a sigh, the blonde looked at her watch once more. It had been almost a half an hour since Motoki made his way into the café and Haruka wished that Makoto would come over to let her know for sure what she has decided to do. For all of the smiles she sees, Haruka still has hope that Makoto will still find out that she just no longer has romantic feelings for Motoki.

Her hopes were just dashed.

As Haruka looked up from her watch once more, she saw the two now standing and Makoto was leaning forward to kiss Motoki gently on the cheek. She looked away as her heart began to tighten, the hand in her lap also tightened into a fist and she took a deep breath to try and calm herself. There was no way Haruka Tenoh was going to allow herself to show her pain at this moment. She did not want to upset Makoto, because she would only blame herself.

"Haruka, what's wrong?"

Said blonde looked up at the soft voice to see both Makoto and Motoki looking at her with soft caring eyes. "I'm just fine." Haruka smiled as best she could with the tightening still in her chest. "How are you two?" She raised an eyebrow in question as she looked between the two.

Makoto looked at Motoki and smiled before looking back to Haruka. "We have talked about a few things, but think it would be best to get together later to discuss everything else."

"That's good." Haruka said as she stood with her now empty cup.

"Yes, it is." Makoto then turned to Motoki. "I'll call you tomorrow, ok?"

"Sounds like a plan." Motoki smiled. "It was nice to see you again Haruka. Take care." With that, he walked away.

Makoto turned to her friend now with her arms crossed and a sour look on her face. "You lied to me."

Haruka looked confused. "Lied? When? About what?"

The sour look on Makoto's face slowly turned into a half smirk. "It's did not take nearly five minutes." She was now smiling full out and her arms were again by her sides. "As soon as you left and Motoki took your place," Makoto steeped closer to Haruka to take one of her hands into hers. "I knew that he could never take your place in my heart. I might not be able to tell you at the moment that I have the same understanding and feelings that you do, but I do know that I need you close in my life and I hope that you will be patient with me and let me kiss you right now."

Without hesitation, Haruka moved forward and placed her free hand on the side of Makoto's face and kissed her lips softly. The light touch did not last long, but both could feel the love that was growing between them now that there was nothing holding them back.

"Let's go home." Makoto said as she tightened her hold on Haruka's hand and lead her towards the door.

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One Year Later:

Makoto and Haruka's relationship had become one that every hopeless romantic dreams about. They say it is healthy to have lover's spats, but Makoto and Haruka never seemed find anything that they felt was worth fighting over. However, they did often spar with each other and afterwords 'makeup'.

Michiru and Haruka's friendship grew every day and knowing that there was no bad blood only seemed to ease relations between the three girls. Makoto and Michiru were even becoming more like friends. There always seemed to be tension between Makoto and Michiru, but over the months, it seemed to fade.

The biggest surprise to everyone came when Motoki and Michiru started dating. The two had a lot of common interest, so it was no surprise when they became good friends, but lovers was something that n one saw coming.

It seemed that everyone was where they needed to be and with whom they needed with them most.