A/N: Yay! I'm getting my creative writing mojo back! But, this will be the last fic you'll read before I head onto finals week (which is next week) and then winter break. Hopefully I get to submit a Christmassy fic then. Well, please read and review! Thanks.
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"It's amazing how someone can break your heart and you can still love them with all the little pieces" . . .|
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"Hmm..." thought the sailor senshi of Uranus. She sat back from her laptop as she re-read the quote over and over again. Did she experience anything like that?
"Haruka-chan. . ." came the whined voice.
"Hmm?" Haruka answered as she leaned her head back, black-rimmed glasses threatened to fall from her face as she did so.
Standing behind her, was a pounting, blonde, meatball style haired girl with clothes too small for her size. She looked like she had gone commando under that small sky blue jacket she had on and the jean shorts were too tiny Haruka could've sworn that if Serena had turned around, half her butt cheeks would be on display.
". . . I have a confession to make," Serena whispered, her whole body was scrunched together as if being in one spot would help protect herself from whatever was going to attack her.
"Confession?" the sandy blonde wondered. Serena nodded,
"I . . . accidentally ruined the painting of Michiru you drew up in the attic. . ."
Haruka merely blinked, she knew that Serena was a clutz and she loved her for that, but to have destroyed a painting that she made on her first date with Michiru was. . . devestating.
"That's okay. . ." Haruka replied slowly.
I think . . . Wait, is it really okay to be this calm after Serena destroyed a painting that I worked so hard in making? But she did tell me. . .
"I'm really sorry, Haruka! I knew how much it meant to you. Don't worry, I'll take up painting classes and remake it!" Serena babbled and began buzzing away but Haruka held her still,
"No, that's okay. It was about time that I forgot about her once and for all. You did a favor that I couldn't bring myself to do. Instead of apologizing to me, I think I should be thanking you."
"Huh?" Serena wondered.
"Thank you, Serena." Haruka whispered as she enveloped the girl into her arms. Uknown to the sailor senshi of Uranus, Serena had her face scrunched up in confusion.
Wow, I guess a little rip was nothing then. But. . . I can't help but think she thought I ruined the painting with a huge hole. . . Oh well, since she doesn't need it anymore I can throw it away to make space for my piano.