I’m in one of my semi-okay moods in which I feel slightly
depressed, so I decided to go for a story that isn’t as light as my others, but
deeper and more serious than my usual. I’m sorry, but it seems that it’s all
I can get out today.
It IS a Serena and Darien thing, as usual, but it’s more depressing.
And, if you’ll notice, I DID branch off the plot, and Sailor Moon
does exist in this fanfic. This one, in fact, takes place before Rubius
comes, and there IS actually an enemy. However, it is on a deeper level
than the usual kind of enemy.
Love, Luck, and Luna,
Crystal Heart
I don’t own these characters, but the story is mine. Please don’t sue.
So he didn’t love her anymore.
She didn’t care. She was tough stuff. She wouldn’t let it get to
her.
Not like she wanted such a jerk to love her.
It wasn’t as if they really were a couple or anything.
So what if they were head over heels for each other in another life
time. This isn’t then, and there’s always a different story. Destiny didn’t
exist, because if it did, then she’d be happy, in his arms, at this moment.
Not standing here, alone, and unloved.
Sailor Moon looked out to the beginnings of the sunrise. Her
ponytails whipped against the wind, as the breeze hit her across the face.
Tears started to brim up in her sapphire eyes, and they silently trickled
down her cheek. In the misty blue now, one could see the reflection of a
sunrise.
A morning, a beginning.
It was time to begin again, another day, another life. This time,
without Darien…
Letters to Darien
By Crystal Heart
Serena got up lazily at ten o’clock. “Hey ya, Luna,” she said
softly, rubbing the cat’s back softly. “Come on, we’re going to the park
today.”
She got out of bed and put on her pink sweater and jeans. She then
took a blank book off her bookshelf, and stuffed it in a small backpack.
She went downstairs, with Luna right behind her, at her heels, and
watching her curiously.
*What is going on with Serena? She’s so unhappy now. Ever
since last year…* the cat frowned. *Darien.*
Serena got a bagel and started to eat it, on the way out of the house.
“Mother I’m going to the park.”
“Again, Serena?” Ilene Tsukino asked. As she looked at the pale
thin face of her daughter, she decided to leave it at that. *When her eyes
look like that, I think I want to cry. I wish she’d share some of that trouble
with me.*
Serena stepped out the door and started to walk to Tokyo Park, as
the sky got dark.
“Dear Darien,
You could never understand what kind of person I am now. You
left me a year ago, and have avoided me, but I feel it in me. You have not
stopped thinking of me. You still DO love me. I feel miserable without
you, and I know you feel miserable without me.
This Friday, I got an A on my chemistry final. I hope you’re
proud. It was only a ninety percent, but an A is an A. If we were together,
we’d be able to celebrate together…”
Serena looked up from the blank book she had been writing in for
over a year.
All these letters to Darien, and not one had she actually given him.
In fact, she hadn’t even tried to see him, nor had he tried to see her in the
whole past year.
A long, cold year filled with nothing but loneliness and darkness.
A year without the Sailor Scouts.
After Darien had so bluntly pushed her off, she needed to regroup,
and she had gone to a far-away Japanese boarding school.
Far away from Tokyo.
Far away from the scouts, from her family, and everything that
made her happy, because when she didn’t have Darien’s love, she had
realized, it didn’t matter whether she was among her friends or with her
family, because the emptiness of being only half of nothing hurt no matter
what.
He didn’t even give a reason.
She thought she deserved one.
Serena had lost plenty of sleep trying to come up with one. In the
end, she decided that it was her, and that she couldn’t make him happy.
And so, here she was, on summer vacation from boarding school,
on the anniversary of their breakup, sitting at the bench they had sat at, and
crying her eyes out over the beautiful blank book she had made from her
hands.
It was covered with navy blue fabric, with gold stars hand-painted,
and on the front, there was a moon, with a ruby heart she had glued on.
The book’s pages were mostly written on, and some were
wrinkled, from the tears that it had soaked up numerous times. There was
shaky writing, furious writing, and every emotion Serena ever felt.
She was different now. She understood that life wasn’t as gentle as
she thought, and that there was no such thing as destiny, or love. But if
love didn’t exist what SAW that feeling in her heart.
She sat as the rain started to pour down around her. It didn’t seem
to bother her though, because it washed her face of the tears on her face, in
her soul, though the ones in her soul would never wear away.
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