ย ย ย ย ย ย Days and nights passed, months, years, erasโฆ.ย The faint memory of a nightmare, despair, unhopeful and merciless fate. The picture of the end, the feeling of failure; all of this would come back now and thenโย now and then Minako would take a day to deal with it, deal with her negligence and her pain.
ย ย ย ย ย ย This particular night was one in which the senshi could barely sleep a wink;ย some weird feeling that remained, coming over and over with the sweet whisper of the lost, cold and warm all the same, clutching her heart as if itโs been yesterday they have seen each other. As if itโs been yesterday she heard his voiceโฆ. Why, why should this come back?
ย ย ย ย ย ย Steps lead her nowhere in the outside. Nowhere, for she wanted to let this sensation behind (itโd only grow stronger, for some reason). Gloved hands brought close to her face, sapphire gaze fixed on the path forward; not even the background noise seemed to helpโ in fact, it did disappear momentarily, when a sudden cold ran down her spine, and she halted.
ย ย ย ย ย ย The whole world turned upside down, and suddenly blank, once Minako turns around with widened eyes to meet a familiar gaze. For an instant, nothing else mattered; it was as if a dream came to realityโ or perhaps a nightmare seeking its way through. Itโd only last mere seconds, though felt like an eternity, when they both had stopped in time; spell broken only once the man decides to turn away and goโ
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย โ KUNZITE!!ย โย it was him, wasnโt itโฆ?ย ย itโd be a mistake, very certainly, one of the the mistakes she, Minako, Venus, made. Voice echoed in the midst of the street; body now fully turned to the direction of that man. Her heart is about to burst out her chestโ she had to try, she had to try, to make sure, to not let another tragedy prevailโฆ..ย Not this time.
mere steps from the sidewalk with less than fifteen seconds on the crosswalkโs timer, he pauses. desperation and sorrow call out to him, taking the form of his name. a glance over his shoulder, and he notes that itโs her: the curious female standing on the opposite side, face flush from the cold and her possible embarrassment from her sudden outburst.
silver eyes widen as he blinks. that earlier recollection lingers along the edges of his mind, teasing him with the barest hints of potential clarity. the very sight of the blonde strengthens the feelingโthat she is the possible key to what has been haunting him, eluding him each night. that she could answer whatever questions he has.
lips part as if he readies to speak, but no sound emerges from his open mouth.
the haze begins to thicken again. whatever light she shines fades.
still, he cannot grasp just what he is missing. frustration furrows his brow as he takes another step back, distancing himself from her.
unable to speak, he shakes his head at her โnot offering any clear responseโย and turns again, stepping onto the sidewalk. with a rushed pace, he tries to flee from her and the odd sensation that with the increase in distance between them, he feels that he is leaving behind something precious.
