Michiru sat in isolation, a look of envy and sadness glazed over her eyes. Energetic music filled the air. All the other couples at the ball were dancing joyously, laughing, smiling, showing happiness in every possible way. She came to attempt to take her mind off of one person in particular: Haruka. The one who broke her heart by showing more interest in sports than her. The one who she had moved away from into a cramped apartment only a mere week ago. The one, for reason unknown to herself, couldn't get her mind off of, no matter what she did. She glanced over at the clock, a sigh following. Time was passing differently, or so it felt; she couldn't even remember how long she had been sulking by her lonesome in the place. Michiru wasn't sure which was worse: how painfully slow time had been running for the last week, or the pain she carried inside. Her head tilted down towards her lap, her aqua hair acting as a curtain that hid her face. Why couldn't she be happy like all those couples? Did she do something to not deserve love? If so, Michiru deeply regretted it. She held a glass of punch to her pale lips. A grimace crossed her face upon tasting the drink. Bitter punch, bitter life. What a suitable combination. Suddenly, the previous song faded, only to bring up another... A hundred days had made me older since the last time that I've saw your pretty face Hundred days? That's how long Michiru felt the pain had lasted. If it were anyone but Haruka who had ignored her, the cut inside her heart wouldn't have felt so deep. Only proved your loved ones have the power to hurt you the most. Tears tried to slip from Michiru's sapphire orbs. The aqua-haired lady turned towards the window to prevent others from seeing her in pain. The last thing she currently needed was strangers trying to pry into her personal life. A thousand lights had made me colder and I don't think I can look at this the same Nothing mattered any more. All the things Haruka said were but sour memories that were only salt in her wounds. Even sleeping was painful, often causing her to wake up in the middle of the night from nightmares. No matter what Michiru did, she could not avoid the agony. She wove her slender fingers through her smooth turquoise hair, tears still threatening her. Maybe she should go home and paint something to get her mind off of things. Then again. that hadn't worked two days ago, so most likely it wouldn't work today. But all the miles had separate They disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face I'm here without you baby but you're still on my lonely mind Haruka's eyes held a plethora of emotion. When they had first met, they were hard with no sympathy, only caring about finding talismans, even at the risk of innocent people. Yet over time, they softened into amusement and sparks of happiness. Eventually that evolved into love and compassion. Not everyone could see it, but Michiru certainly could. They understood each other like no one else could. At least, that's what Michiru grew to believe. The Haruka she knew, the Haruka she loved, cared about her more than anything. But a week ago it was as if a demon possessed her into a selfish, cold-blooded creature. That couldn't have been her Haruka. It just couldn't have. Michiru tried to convince herself that to ease her anxiety, not that it helped much. Haruka, at least the one she loved with all her heart, had vanished. Gone. Forever, more than likely. Michiru winced. Her envy of the happy dancing couples deepened. If she were optimistic, she would concentrate more on the good memories. The good memories that were the past. Back when Haruka would look at Michiru with her pair of fiesty yet passionate eyes. Back when Michiru would giggle and lean against Haruka's strong shoulders as they strolled together in the evening. Back when they laced their fingers together and saw into each other's eyes like open doors. Back when their arms encircled around each other and they whispered gently before drifting off to sleep. But right now, she only wished to rid her mind off all memories of her formerly beloved. They were too painful to bear right now...Much too painful... I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time I'm here without you baby but your still with me in my dreams And tonight it's only you and me How can a heart continue to beat after being shattered into seemingly an infinite amount of microscopic shards? Maybe she was dying little by little, second by second, heartbreak. Death probably wasn't as fearsome as many made it out to be. Those who did probably hadn't experienced pain anyway. Not just any pain either, like a minor cut. More like an internal death that causes to search for the right word to describe your emotions, only to later come down to one: emptiness. But she...if she still cared, anyway...She would come to her rescue by merely a flash of her charming grin, light caressing of her soft fingertips and a playful wink. In return, Michiru would fill the formerly silent atmosphere with a melodious giggle, which would spread to Haruka. She did always say her laugh was contagious yet elegant, adorable yet sophisticated. How that was possible, Michiru didn't know. Then again, Haruka often spoke her own language. A language Michiru couldn't help but love, despite usually spending a good chunk of time trying to decipher it in her head. Later on Michiru also realized she missed someone other than her former lover. Hotaru. On a regular basis she'd waddle up to Michiru and tug on her clothing. If she wanted attention, she didn't have to say anything either. Just a brief meeting of her aquamarine orbs and the young lady's violet eyes was enough to motivate her to scoop the child into her arms. Of course, when she cooed, "Michiru-mama", a smile was almost impossible to prevent, no matter what kind of mood Michiru was in. Her eyes gleamed with a sense of innocence, a sense of wonder. Something all young children seemed to posses, like they were still trying to figure out the complex world surrounding them. The precious little girl, bless her. The miles just keep rollin' as the people leave their way to say hello I've heard this life is overrated but I hope that it gets better as we go She also pondered what Setsuna must have thought of the whole thing. Being the Guardian of Time, of course she already knew the outcome, but kept her lips sealed. How she could keep secrets like that was a mystery; all Michiru knew was that it couldn't be easy whatsoever. She could have called her days ago to find out if everyone would have a happy ending. Even so, Michiru's instincts coaxed her into thinking that doing so would be taking the easy way out, which wouldn't be the best choice in the end. Nonetheless, it had tempted her for quite a while. Calling Setsuna and persuading her to reveal the future and knowing how to fix the problem, then going on with a happy life. It seemed so easy...But deep down, Michiru knew it wasn't. Nor was it the right thing to do. But still, she pondered doing so, just to end her own misery. That was selfish, but what person in their right mind would choose to continue suffering when knowing a far easier solution? Michiru, apparently. She wasn't sure if she should hate herself or not. She searched for a gray area in her world of black and white, but it didn't seem to exist. Maybe Michiru was thinking too hard. Maybe some rest at home would help. At least, at her morose, empty excuse for a home. Honestly, it felt as far from a home as possible. All it was to Michiru was some place she threw herself into to escape her troubles. As if running would do her any good... I'm here without you baby but you're still on my lonely mind I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time I'm here without you baby but you're still with me in my dreams And tonight girl it's only you and me She tried to move but felt her body frozen with agony. So she sat uncomfortably in her chair, being tortured by the sight of couples happily dancing together, laughing together, doing everything together. Just as she and Haruka would do when they were still a couple. She felt invisible, like a poor stranger on a cold street, peering into a building and craving its warmth. What did she do to deserve such misery? Furthermore, did anyone really deserve to go through this? Michiru leaned her head against her feeble arm and slowly inhaled as if trying to calm herself down. Not much luck with that. At this point Michiru released the smallest shard of hope she may have last possessed. Everything I know, and anywhere I go it gets hard but it won't take away my love And when the last one falls, when it's all said and done it get hard but it won't take away my love And despite all that she had been through, Michiru couldn't help but still love Haruka deep down. She still loved everything about her, except now she had to mask her emotions by pretending not to care about her formerly beloved. She missed Haruka though, and although she was too stubborn to admit so to anyone. she herself knew it deep down. She missed the way she would playfully smile at her, the way she would sporadically embrace Michiru in a tender hug, the way she would run her slender fingers through Michiru's aquamarine hair, the way she would whisper softly in her ear how she loved her. To Michiru, that was as vital for living as breathing. And now with it gone, she felt herself die internally. Slowly and painfully. I'm here without you baby but you're still on my lonely mind I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time I'm here without you baby but you're still with me in my dreams And tonight girl it's only you and me Little did the aqua-haired maiden know Haruka shared her feelings. But now that they weren't talking, they of course didn't know and woefully assumed the other had moved on. So in result both were sulking and down in the dumps. If only somehow fate could bring them back together so they could talk. Communication is key to solving such problems, and given they both still shared mutual feelings of love, their problems would most likely be solved after a talk. Except Michiru wouldn't feel right going back to Haruka's house for that reason or calling on the phone for that matter. She hopelessly wondered if Haruka would by chance end up here so they could hold each other again. Relive their happiness. But seldom was the chance of happening, or so Michiru thought. But miracles happen. At that time, Haruka happened to be in her car, anxiously driving off speedily in search of one person. And one person only.
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