For some reason, she did not know, crying, shedding her tears her sorrow in front of someone had caused her feel more relieved. She had become more relax. She pushed the weight onto another… It was wonderful. She used to be able to do this, but it was lost. For she use to cry within the arms of her love, as he would ease away the pain by his soothing voice, and his comforting embrace. But now, sprawled out on the floor of her friend's house with the letters around her… The letters. She had instantly gotten up and she began to pick up the letters. She was frantic, picking up every piece of paper, every sheet written with her heart back up, as she took a deep sigh, holding it close to her. "Usagi…" She turned her blue haired friend, who took a deep breath. "Are you okay?" She opened her mouth, about to tell her everything, the break up, the tears, the denial, but the worlds clumped up in her throat. She took a deep breath. "I'm fine… the song, it's just so beautiful…" Hurt reared Ami's face. "Gomen nasai Ami… I want to tell you but…" she looked at the letters in her hand, "I can't…" Loud silence filled the room as Ami began to talk, breaking it apart, "I understand Usagi. It's okay, I'm here for you." She couldn't help but smile at those words. ~~~ Interlude Chapter 5 By Eternal Angel Usako9@hotmail.com http://www.geocities.com/cherii_blossoms ~~~ It took time for her to get out everything that had happen. Her heart breaking, the emotions that riled her up for the past months. Ami sat, not interrupting as she listened slowly to what she was to say. She looked at her friend, with compassion and kindness. "Usagi, how long have you been writing the letters?" Ami had asked, as Usagi looked at the bundle that she held within her binder wherever she went. "I been writing them every day, some time two, three times a day, since the day he left…" Ami's eyes were soft at that knowledgement. "I want to forget him… I want to move on… but I can't." "I think," Ami began slowly, "that the whole reason why you are more determined not to forget him are the letters… they are making you hold on even more. Usagi, I think you should send him the letters. You'll feel more relieved, and then, you'll also have the chance to move on. You'll have the chance to get on with your life." Usagi stared at her friend. A chance to move on… A chance to love another… A chance to forget Mamoru. She closed her eyes. She could never forget him… but if he had gotten on with his life and was now in love with another, she didn't want to impose to that if he ever came back… she didn't want him to feel guilty… "Hai… I… guess I will…" Ami smiled, as she handed a disc to her. "The CD, you have been listening to that song every day this week… maybe it'll sooth you… I don't know... I want to see you happy again Usagi." She smiled at her friend. "Thanks Ami, I really appreciate all this." ~~~ The melody of the song filled the air as she held out a pen. It would be the last letter she would write to him. It would be the last letter she would ever write to him. She was somewhat somber at the thought, but took a deep breath. She needed to move on. Do you ever think about me? Do you ever cry yourself to sleep? In the middle of the night when you're awake, Are you calling out for me? Do you ever reminisce? I can't believe in nothing like this I know it's crazy How I still can feel your kiss It's been six months, eight days, twelve hours Since you went away I miss you so much and I don't know what to say I should be over you I should know better but it's just not the case It's been six months, eight days, twelve hours Since you went away Do you ever ask about me? Do your friends still tell you what to do? Every time the phone rings, Do you wish it was me calling you? Do you still feel the same? Or has time put out the flame? I miss you Is everything okay? It's been six months, eight days, twelve hours Since you went away I miss you so much and I don't know what to say I should be over you I should know better but it's just not the case It's been six months, eight days, twelve hours Since you went away It's hard enough just passing the time When I can't seem to get you off my mind And where is the good in goodbye? Tell me why, tell me why It's been six months, eight days, twelve hours Since you went away I miss you so much and I don't know what to say I should be over you I should know better but it's just not the case It's been six months, eight days, twelve hours Since you went away (6, 8, 12 by Brian McKnight. I am in complete adoration of this song!) I listen to this song over and over – and I cannot help but wonder have I reduced to this. To long and long again and only feel despair in return? I love you. I know that in my life, I would never love another person the way I love you – but what can that help? Should I hold onto a memory of a person who had left me? But I cannot blame you… I am not the person that you wanted. When you found out that I was but the person you were bonded with for the rest of eternity, did you feel as if a burden was lifted and placed upon your shoulder? The knowledge that you were force to be with me if you wanted better good to happen to the people upon this planet. I cannot blame you for wanting peace. I cannot blame you for leaving me. You have always thought for the better… It's my entire fault. Ami said I should send these letters to you… the letters that I never did want to send. The letters that I spent the entire passing time writing my heart out into. She said that if I sent them to you, I could have the burden taking away from me. But I long and long… I don't want to let go – I don't want to forget… But I don't want to be in this timely emptiness where all I can do is dream of a love that will never be. I love you Mamo-chan… I love you so much… She placed the pen down, as tears streaked down her face. She enclosed the hundreds of letters into a box, as it was organized upon the dates. She took a deep breath. She had to do what was to be done. ~~~ He lay upon his bed, looking at the glittering diamonds. The look of happiness upon her face was all he could think of. He sighed, he wanted to be with her… he wanted to take back every word he said. He wanted to tell her why he had done such a cold-hearted thing. He wanted to tell her why he had ended the only happiness he had ever had in his life… Why did he do it? For her sake… he didn't want her to be force into a relationship where only burdens were placed upon her shoulder. Maybe it was because he was scared – for he finally had maintain the happiness that he had always longed for… A tap upon the door, as he went to open it, sliding the ring inside of it's box within his pocket. A delivery, they had said. From Japan. His eyes arched up as he signed quickly. He closed the door of his apartment and opened up the package. Hundreds of sheets of paper. Upon it was Usagi's familiar handwriting. 'Mamo-chan…' ~~~ He read each and every single paper – sometime having a hard time reading the writing as tears smudged the words. He didn't know whose tears they were – was it his or hers, force he had cried his heart out as each letter Usagi had yearned and yearned for him. He took a deep breath, as he finished the last letter, as he read it again and again. She was to forget him. She was to forget him. A slap upon his cheek. She couldn't forget him… iie… not when the cold reality that without each other they could not function. 'I long and I long…' He didn't know what he was doing anymore. He grabbed his passport and his wallet, as the bundle of letters still was in his arms and ran out the apartment. 'I cannot blame you…' 'I miss…' 'I cannot help but wonder what did I do.' 'I'm not surprise…' "Usa-ko…" his voice cried out for his love. ~~~ She couldn't move on. She was empty without the letters to hold to her heart. She couldn't move on. After sending the package it was just to late for her to take everything back. Mamoru was probably laughing at the letters, as he showed his girlfriend how he had so many girls fawning over him. But it was true; he did have so many girls fawning over him. She sighed, as she opened the door of the apartment. The lights were on. Her eyes were wide. She had not forgotten to turn of the lights did she? She took in a deep breath. His scent… it was everywhere… "Mamo-chan?" she had asked, as a figure stood up from the couch. His eyes gazing at her as he held up the hundreds of letters. She looked at him, uncertain as his eyes met hers, as the blueness was filled with so many emotions. "I…" she softly said, as she looked down, ashamed. He walked toward her, as his hand slowly tilted her head up as her face was then peering straight at his. "Usa-ko…" his deep masculine voice had started, "I long, and I long too." Her eyes widen as she threw her arms around him. "When I left you, I thought it was for your own good… I have been a burden… and I wanted you to be free…" he had began, as Usagi's grasp tightened around him, as she was taking in as much as him as she could, praying to god that he was real. "I wanted you to live a happy life… even if it meant without me…" "I could never be happy without you. It is like telling me to live without air." She had replied, as she softly kissed the nape of his neck, "I can never live without you." "And I to you. I constantly thought of you," he said, as his hand reached for his pocket. "Even though I knew that I was never going to be with you, I still bought this for you… maybe because I knew that maybe… just maybe…" He gave her the small box. A ring. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Ai shiteru, Usa-ko." He had said to her, as he brought down his lips to hers. ~~~ And so it's the end… lalala, hoped you liked!