So now it's time to let go –
Say good-bye to the horrible past, as unforgettable it
is.
Moving on is my only choice of survival; I can't live
forever in a memory of deceit. They say letting go is the
hardest, but it is the only hope.
I can't let the past continue to haunt me –
I can't let you continue to haunt me.
Even if I really do love you.
~~~
(Anytime - Brian McKnight)
I can't remember why we fell apart
It's something that was so meant to be
Forever was the promise in the house
Now more and more I wonder where you are
Chorus
Do I ever cross your mind, anytime?
Do you ever wake up reaching out for me?
Do I ever cross your mind, anytime?
I miss you.
Still have your picture in a frame
Hear your footsteps down the hall
I swear I hear your voice driving me insane
How I wish that you come to say
Chorus
No more loneliness and heartache
No more crying myself to sleep
No more wondering about tomorrow
Would you come back to me, come back to me
Ohhhh ohhhhhhh ohhhhh
Chorus (repeat 2x)
~~~
Lonely Lonely Heart
Chapter 4
By Lelu and Eternal Angel
Etlchsieh@aol.com, Usako9@hotmail.com
http://cherryblossoms.cjb.net/
~~~
She changed.
She changed so much.
That was all she could think about as she looked
around her homeland. After her two years in France, she
changed so much. Ami was also, but everyone changes
when they go away. It's like starting over… a new
beginning.
A way to forget the past.
The past was a dreadful thing, but she was able to
deal with it. Letting go was a wonderful thing to do. She
sighed, holding the worn, tattered book in her hand.
'Gone With the Wind.'
But holding on to certain things was also good.
She looked around, pulling the luggage cart with her,
as she stretched out her arm, her hand still firmly holding
the book, to call a taxi.
Now it was another new start…
Or was a sequel to yesterday's end?
~~~
Black.
That's how he always ordered his coffee.
Black.
Just like his heart.
He shrugged that off. It had been so long since so
much had happen to him, and he was finally having a
steady life. Or so it seemed. He never brought himself to
date another person. It wasn't because he was traumatized
over Naoko, but, rather, the memory of what he could had
have with Usagi, was still flourishing in his mind.
'I wonder what she's doing in France…' He sipped
the coffee, as he looked down the office building, onto the
busy streets. It wasn't as if he hadn't tried to find her. He
had flown to France, but he didn't know where to
start….And so, he gave up. He let go of Usagi, knowing
that at least she would be happy…
Happy with some one else.
And so he had come back to Tokyo, his heart broken
forever. It would take only one incredibly strong woman to
mend it back up. Only one person could do it.
'Usa-ko…'
He sighed, and reminisced. These two years have been
very productive to him, now that he took his head out of
romance. He was but the CEO of a large corporation that
was absolutely booming… He sighed, his eyes looking
down once more, as he watched a taxi disappear into the
dust.
~~~
Although she wanted to drown herself with in the
deepness of her blankets, she had to report her job… She
was the boss anyways. She had met a wonderful designer,
Meioh Setsuna, who also was accepted to the internship.
She had left a couple months before hand, and decided to
open up a business with her help.
She looked up at the building and grinned.
This was going to be fun after all.
~~~
It was boring.
Completely, absolutely, boring.
That was all he had to say.
He sat listening to this Meioh something-or-another
talk to him about how investing would help, as he just
nodded his head and fumbled with the pen in his hand, as
something caught his attention as she talked.
"My partner… internship… Tsukino… Tsukino…"
He took a deep sharp breath.
"Tsukino?"
The green haired lady nodded, "Hai, my partner also
was in the internship as I was, although she should be in
Japan today or tomorrow, her name is Tsukino. Tsukino
Usagi."
His blood drained, his eyes looked at her.
"Usagi?"
She nodded.
The pen fell down onto the desk as he simply said,
"I'm in with your project."
~~~
Setsuna was not there.
She took a deep breath, deciding to go back home so
that she could get some rest. With a pen, she wrote a note
and gave it to her friend's secretary, telling her to the note
to Setsuna. With that, she left. Since the right elevator
door refused to open as she went to the left.
The door closed.
The right elevator opened.
Mamoru had missed her…
Just by a second.
~~~
She flopped into her condo, ever so happy that
Setsuna had took out the time to get it for her, so she had
some where to stay. She flopped into her bed, as her eyes
fluttered closed, her mind spinning.
Sleep had swallowed the rest of the day, and slowly
consumed the night.
~~~
She was here.
In Japan.
She was in Japan.
She was here in Japan…
Oh Kami, now he could be with her again.
He could feel his heart lighten, as his mind slowly
stopped spinning with thoughts.
He could finally be with her.
He beamed.
Everything was finally in place.
~~~
A day had gone by…
Two days had gone by….
And Mamoru still had not seen her. He had
practically camped out at Setsuna's office, hoping that he
would, somehow, bump into her.
It never happened.
And as he sat in Setsuna's office, he began to brood
about his past. Something he had not done in such a long
time. He couldn't believe that he had been so blind- to his
love for her, and her own love for him. His parting with
Naoko had been friendly; the usual 'Let's be friends and
keep in touch, okay?' had been used, but it had never
followed. She had moved away, and he really didn't want
to keep in touch. He lay back on the couch, his hand slung
across his head. The dark blue eyes- eyes that Usagi had
loved so much- were dark and unseeing, and were only to
open as he heard the door open. Since the back of the
couch faced the door, he could not see who had come in.
But…he knew.
He knew it was she.
She walked into the room, and had planned to sit
down on the chair. Then she saw him.
'Oh, Kami-sama,' were the thoughts that they had un-
knowingly shared.
She was as beautiful as ever- No. Even more beautiful,
he thought to himself. How could he have let her get away?
"U-Usa-ko?" he said, his voice wavering. He didn't
know whether or not he could call her that anymore. A
beautiful smile assured him that he could.
"Konnichi'wa, Mamo-chan. It's been a long time,
hasn't it?"
Hi! Aren't we horrible? A nice little cliff-hanger, just to
show you how much we love you! Please, keep the nice e-
mails coming. They really are sweet! ::sneezes:: Too much
dust...I've been cleaning the house since Sat., and today's
Thursday, and I'm still not done…And yet, I come to you
readers, typing the last of chpt. 4! ~Lelu
Short… very short… ohh well! Maybe longer next time!
*eternal angel
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