Disclaimer: I do not own Sailormoon or it's characters.
Note: This story is inspired by a person I admire with all my heart.
Location: San Francisco
Epologue
Serena's Pov
It all started not long after I had decided on a concept that left me feeling empty and cold. That there was no such thing as true love, soul mates or someone for everyone. That...I was truly someone who was meant to be alone. Even in a crowd it still felt that way. Always observing happiness but never being a part of it. Over time it hardened my heart and made me avoid disappointment and heartbreak. Now I look back on those indifferent thoughts and had no idea how wrong I was at the time.
Present Day
Serena swiftly walked along the footpath avoiding snails that had come our during the morning rain. It made it hard to focus on the path head towards her favorite coffee shop.
That was one if the few highlights of her day. Walking in the fresh morning of May. The city was already bustling with movement and people rushing along towards there various destinations. All of them seemed to have purpose and drive to get them through this. She sighed and kept walking forward, narrowly avoiding a puddle on a slanted piece of sidewalk. One step at a time towards her caffeinated vice, she thought while tucking a piece of long piece of hair behind her left ear.
Turning on to Market Street relief hit her seeing that the line outside Paris Baguette Cafe was nonexistent. The black bag holding her Cannon Rebel T7 hanging off her shoulder reminded her she needed to hurry. As she walked through the open doorway the smell of espresso and beignets welcomed her like a warm blanket. The man who seemed to be in college greeted her. His blonde hair and blue eyes were something every other girl would probably swoon at, but as usual she felt nothing but a slight uncomfortable feeling.
Glancing at the time, she put those thoughts of her head as she paid and thanked the over-friendly clerk. A few busses later she found herself at Golden Gate Beach beach as the sun came through the scattered rain clouds and began to clear the thick morning fog. Serena zipped her navy blue jacket up further as a cold breeze as it rustled her long blonde hair.
The golden hour was her favorite time to shoot landscape photos. The rain left no trace of smog in front of her visual element, the bridge. After a few moments she set up her tripod and Nikon DSLR camera and began framing her target.
Serena tilted the lid screen on the back of her camera so she could frame and check to see her settings were good. They seemed to be and began a series of back to back photos with minor changes in focus and framing in between.
It was then she saw a single sail boat glide under the Golden Gate Bridge.
"Perfect." She said while smiling to herself.
This would add to her photos and it looked so graceful cutting through the navy blue water. Serena decided to take a few zoomed in photos of this water craft. Upon doing that she noticed four figures on board but only one grabbed her attention right away.
His dark hair and eyes compelled her to take a single photo of him captaining the graceful craft across the sound. She found herself wondering what his name would be. Instead, she quickly dismissed the thought. Whomever he was, she was fairly sure she wouldn't be seeing him again.
Serena stayed for an hour or more enjoying the warmth of the sun and peaceful sound of the nearby azure colored water. After noticing how much time had passed she decided to go home and work on her project some more. Her deadline was fast approaching. Serena turned to leave but before she walked up the steep footpath she noticed a deep blue colored shell with a pearlescent shine.
Serena bent to retrieve it and turned it in the light, her hazel eyes took in every detail.
"Beautiful." She remarked as she pocketed and began walking up towards a nearby bus station. It would be a long ride back to her place, but it would be a good time to check her email and go over her all her editors notes.
After walking for 20 minutes she saw the bus stop ahead and the bus was almost there. She sprinted in order to get there in time and barely made it before the driver left. She thanked the driver before scanning her payment card and hurrying to the only seat available almost near the very back of the bus. When she went to sit down she gave a small gasp.
Sitting before her were the same man she had seen earlier this morning on a sail boat.