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Luck was with Serena in some degree’s. She wasn’t sure how many degree’s it was with her but Serena knew it was there. Luna had been persuaded, certainly not easily. But a thousand tears and lots of pleading had paid off in some measure. The assurance that she, Sailor Moon, would figure it out before the cat saw a need to spill the information to the others was probably what won her case. She didn’t know why but they had been some of the most heartfelt words she had ever uttered, and Luna had seemed powerless to fight with them.
Still Luna had relented, exceedingly reluctantly. But the second she was in agreement she had also taken control of the situation in a way Serena hadn’t felt capable of. She had muttered something about Central, and talking to the other scouts to see how they where going on the search for the Rainbow Crystals.
It had taken two hours to get the cat to submit, and by the end of it all Serena had little energy to do more then curl into bed and force sleep upon herself.
Sleep however proved a task quite beyond her for the fifteenth night in a row. She did doze, she was sure of it, because she would open her eye’s from time to time feeling groggy and the clock’s dials had always moved about ten minutes forward when she could only remember about three. However at one am she gave up, after one of the more intense memories of her night with Darien had left her shaking and a little flustered.
It was a bit odd, and she knew it, that she was getting flashbacks of things that had happened after entering his apartment, but she still had nothing from before hand. But there was nothing that could be done, so she curled up on the lounge room sofa with a glass of water and spent the next three hours flicking through channels before her body shut down on it’s own accord and she fell asleep the screen flickering at her with random insignificant images.
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Serena woke with a cold jerk, her body springing into an upright position as her eyes skittered about the room anxiously. Her breath, caught as she woke, released when she realised she was alone. The memory of warm hands against bare skin made her throw her head back against the pillow in frustration.
“Your just slowly going to go crazy Serena, nothing to worry about.” She muttered to herself staring at the roof until her eyes fluttered closed once more.
A hand on her thigh, sending unexplainable currents through her body. Lips pressed hard against her neck, suckling soft skin. The other hand clasped behind her head, fingers digging into her hair and holding her arching body in place.
Another gasp and Serena was sitting up, her eyes moving about the room. Obviously I’m not meant to get any more sleep. She grumbled to herself, rising from the lounge on shaky legs. It wasn’t the memory’s, they where fine, it was the residue that was getting to her. The shaking feeling that made her feel weak and excited at the same time. The pulse that wouldn’t calm down for such a long time after wards. The feelings pushing through her where what seemed to be driving her slowly towards the brink on insanity.
“Would you like breakfast dear?” Her mothers voice asked from the doorway and Serena’s head snapped around with a glare that she forced down as quickly as she could. Her mother didn’t seem to be effected, which was good, so Serena conjured a smile and nodded her head. It had become almost routine, if insomnia could be considered a routine. Her mother had left her alone for the most part. Her mother had tried to ask her what was wrong over the first few days after the incident but Serena had managed to prevail there as well. Now her mother was silent and watchful instead of questioning and curious. It was a dangerous zone to allow her mother to be in, but she couldn’t fight it.
Her dad was just as clueless as always. He was only suspicious of anything because she was always awake before him, and leaving for school well before the required time. Her ‘Darien avoidance tactics’ had gotten her family’s attention, but they where all subdued about their observations, and she knew they spoke to each other about them, but that didn’t bother her. So long as she was left alone she didn’t mind.
Sammy, well he was still a spawn, it didn’t matter if he noticed there was something different about her or not. But he seemed to be treating her nicer then usual. She wasn’t entirely happy with that change, she liked the mock enmity usually displayed between them.
Taking a deep breath Serena stood from the lounge where she had managed to get some sleep and went to prepare for school, she had things to do that day.
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Luna, Serena did not conscript for this task, although she had been tempted, a little cat was much more conspicuous then a teenage girl. But she still had things she was keeping to herself, the Justin issue worried her just a little bit, she should have been able to find this person in her school somewhere. Molly knew him, and Serena had tried several tactics to get her to point the guy out, but Molly kept being unable to see him when those tactics where sprung. Serena had given up, after five attempt’s Molly had started to get a funny expression on her face and started to turn the tactic around subtly.
When her friend had gotten sneaky Serena wasn’t sure, but she had chosen to divert attention completely from herself and made Molly fixate on Melvin a bit more. Those two where the oddest couple, but it was exceedingly easy to distract Molly by mentioning him.
Serena moved through the library her finger running along the book spins as she searched for the title she wanted. Oh yes, she’d gotten a year book, sure she had, but she couldn’t remember what had happened to it. She had tried every possible place she could think of, under her desk, under her bed, the bottom of her closet, but none had one. So the library was her next option.
Finding the book she pulled it down, flicking through it’s pages for the year pictures, searched out her class for the year before. Then sat down at one of the table’s reading through the list of names until she came across the one she was after. Justin Roberts. She scanned the other names, made sure there wasn’t another Justin in the list and then counted across names and faces until she had the matching one.
It did take her a moment to note that she did know his face, and that he was one of the boys from her year. Placing the face took a lot of extra effort, there where lots of people in her year, and although she had glanced most of them she didn’t really know most of them. She was certain, as she stared at the picture, that she had not seen him since Molly’s party.
The class bell rang and she closed the yearbook leaving it in place and left the library. She didn’t feel like giving Miss Haruna an excuse for being angry with her. And all the while as she moved and thought she tried to place Justin in one of her memory’s.
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It was in the middle of class after her brain had drifted from the teacher that it decided to give her a break and she came up with an image of Justin and his friends sitting around during lunch.
A smile broke onto her face at the image, she hadn’t seen him since the party, but she had most certainly seen his friends.
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Serena stared out the class room window, watching the rain that spat against the glass sheets and slid down into oblivion, oddly fascinated. It wasn’t often that she found a storm of interest, usually she was too terrified that lightning would emerge in the storm to spare a thought for the beauty of it all. However somewhere between sleep and reality where her mind seemed to linger these days, she managed to find the beauty in it.
“All right class, remember to read chapter eight in your English text books, we have a test tomorrow.” Miss Haruna’s continued to ramble, ignored by the blond who’s unfocused eyes remained fixated on the window.
It wasn’t until the rest of the class began to move that Serena realised the school day was over. Tiredly she stood. The knowledge that she could recognise Justin had lost all it’s appeal in less then two seconds, and once more her insomnia riddled mind hazed and returned to more troubling thoughts.
It had been easy, at first. Being happy about clearing matters with Darien up. It had been so easy. She had returned to the arcade chirpy and buoyant. She had ordered a fresh Sunday, played a couple of Sailor V games, and even had an animated conversation with Andrew. Then she had left the arcade and made her way home. But there was something nagging still, too many unanswered questions.
“Serena.”
Serena looked up at the familiar voice, and met Amy’s soft blue gaze.
“Oh, hey Amy.” Serena mumbled looking down at her table. She pushed the nagging thoughts aside, taking a measure of control over her sleep dishevelled mind.
“You don’t have detention today Serena.” Amy said carefully. Serena frowned at the words and looked back up at her friend. There was concern obvious in Amy’s expression, and Serena remembered that class had been dismissed already. Her eyes flicked about the room to find it still had one or two students lingering.
Serena gave a half laugh, not meeting Amy’s eyes. “I know that.” Her voice came out a little mocking, but she didn’t cringe at her friends possible reaction, she couldn’t slip now. She pushed herself away from the classroom desk, gathering her things haphazardly and threw them into her bag. Then walked to the exit.
She knew Amy was by her side as she left the classroom, and knew there was nothing she could do that change that. No matter how many secrets she had, Amy was still one of her best friends. So she kept a casual pace as she made her way home, her eyes flicking to her friend every few seconds to try and fathom what she was thinking.
She appreciated the silence between them, hoping that it would remain for the entire journey but knowing it wouldn’t.
As if on que, Amy began. “Your not avoiding us are you Serena?” It was asked so earnestly Serena was prompted to respond immediately.
“No of course not!” It came out indignant, and immediately Serena scolded herself, this was her friend and she had responded as if asked something sinful.
Amy didn’t seem to mind the sharpness in Serena’s tone, instead she watched her friend with sincere blue eyes. “So your coming tonight?” There was a tinge of pleading and uncertainty in the softly spoken girls voice but the words made Serena reel.
Was she coming tonight? In the back of her mind Serena processed that Amy was referring to a sleep over at the temple. She had heard Lita mention it early when passing her, but had already decided against it. Just as she had decided against the last three sleep overs.
But after her indignant response to the question of avoidance she knew she would need a good response. Unfortunately any response failed her, especially good ones.
“I…” Serena breathed to give herself time to think. Amy’s puppy dog eyes watching her with innocent hope. Serena’s mind froze up again. She couldn’t keep avoiding them as she had Darien, they didn’t do anything wrong, it had all been her. “I don’t know.” She managed to croak out weakly.
A small frown marred Amy’s expression, her lips pursing in determination. Then she looked ahead at the path her pace never faltering, her expression calming to normal.
“Lita’s going to cook a feast.” It was a soft comment, a random mention but Serena could help but feel it was a bargaining chip being used against her.
Desperately Serena tried to dig up her customary response to such a mention, but didn’t thinks he could falsify that much cheeriness. “She always does.” Was the only response she managed. She felt Amy turn back to look at her but didn’t catch the expression before Amy was looking ahead again.
“Raye’s not going to turn it into a scout meeting either.” Another pause.
Serena didn’t trust herself to speak.
“And I don’t really feel like studying tonight, so maybe we can watch a movie and catch up” Amy continued gently.
Serena’s heart sank at the words, her conscience pressing down on her body like lead. “Sure Ames I’ll be there.” She replied quietly all the while drowning in the sinking feeling of inevitability.
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Serena was late. It was as simple as that. Nothing out of the ordinary, but she was still flustered about her lateness. She had asked her mother for permission, and the lady had been so ecstatic that Serena was doing something it had scared her. Luna had been missing, but Serena assumed the cat would be able to find her if she needed to. But all up, trying to calm her hyper mother and find her errant cat had taken a lot more time then she had expected.
She hadn’t been in much of a rush to go to the sleep over, but she didn’t want to be late. Didn’t want to give Raye something to hate her for.
A lump formed in her throat at the thought of her friend as she continued her sprint for the temple. She tried to remind herself that she’d spoken to Darien, that nothing would ever be said about it again, and that Raye would never discover the extent of her betrayal, but it did nothing to remove guilt.
She stumbled up the temple steps, not sparing a thought for them except to curse when she tripped once. Usually they would require a good few grumbles but she was to distracted to volunteer such a reaction.
It was at the top of the stair’s half way across the grounds to Raye’s room when she heard the voice’s of her friends. Again she marvelled at their volume, knowing that if she where inside she would have probably doubled it. It amazed her once more that more people didn’t know their secret. Especially since they chose the tranquil grounds of a temple to have their loud discussions in.
Serena walked up to the door, but as she reached for the handle the words caught her attention, and she realised with fatalism they where talking about her.
“I’m worried. She’d been avoiding us.” Came skittered through the silent grounds.
Serena’s hand jumped back from the door and she stepped back frowning in thought. She knew it would be easy to interrupt their conversation, to pretend she hadn’t heard that last sentence, just as easy as it would be to confront them about it. But a confrontation of them would be turned around on her, and she feared that.
“Has anyone noticed how often she’s been wearing the Luna Pen? She usually carry’s it around, but she doesn’t wear it.” Amy soft voice filtered through the thick wooden door.
“What do you mean?” Raye asked wearily.
“I think she’s using it, but I couldn’t tell why because she looked normal.”
Serena lent against the wall by the door, her head titled as she debated with her conscience and curiosity. Wasn’t this what she wanted? To know what they where thinking, to know if they had noticed.
“No way! Luna would never let her.” Came Lita’s chagrin response.
“I think their both hiding something from us.” Raye muttered darkly. Serena bit into her bottom lip at the words, Raye sounded if nothing else angry at the thought.
“I tried to talk to Serena today. She said she would come, but I don’t think she would have even considered it if I hadn’t spoken to her.” Amy’s admittance stung Serena to the core, because more then anything else, she was right. Her body told her to run, she didn’t want to hear any more, but for some reason she was rooted to the spot.
“Yeah well, has she told anyone about the Rainbow Crystals yet? Luna’s not talking at all.” Lita demanded roughly.
“I don’t even know how to ask. Especially after his actions towards her.”
“We all know Serena’s gone on Tux-boy, but…” Raye snapped sharply, a loud sound of movement followed the outburst and Serena stiffened, wondering if Raye was heading for the door. “But why didn’t she tell us?” The voice was closer tot eh door, and Serena shifted away from it silently, now she had been eavesdropping she didn’t want to be caught for it.
“We’re her best friends, we’re Sailor Scouts. She should have volunteered the information the moment it happened.”
“Oh yea? I asked her about it. You guys. When you went home after that battle I followed her, and do you know what she said?” There was a dramatic pause, and Serena frowned at the memory of that meeting. “She said she klutzed out!” Lita’s voice spoke of disbelief and even slightly fear, a tone Serena was not used to hearing in her tall friend.
“So what’s new?” Raye drawled
“Serena never klutzes out.” Lita defended. Then hurriedly growled “Not when it’s important.”
A pause shifted through the air, and Serena moved her weight uncomfortably, staring at the silent door, trying to decide if the conversation was done.
Raye’s voice came softly and filled with uncertainty. “So maybe their lying? So we wont attack Tuxedo Mask?”
Serena was indignant at the thought, and clenched her fist’s in anger. Only Pyro would think she would keep things from them to protect him. After that last performance she would have told them everything to do with Sailor Moon if she could only remember it.
“I scanned the entire city of Tokyo, there isn’t a single trace of rainbow crystal energy anywhere. I’ve broadened the scan, and it should be finished Japan tonight.”
“Why didn’t we do that before?”
“We had to know their energy signatures to search for them. Having managed to scan most of the crystals during battles, I now know what to look for now.” Amy gave an exasperated sigh. “We had to find them before I could look for them in this way.” Another pause and Amy sighed louder. “Just ‘because’ okay!”
Raye gave a laugh. “Honestly Lita, your as bad as Serena some times.”
Serena listened to them as they went on discussing scout business, discussing all sorts of things, but she didn’t approach the door until the conversation had moved away from Scout business entirely and she had calmed herself. She knocked on the door and walked in with out a word of excuse for her lateness which she knew was now substantial. And none of them said anything, all conversation seeming to die away with her entrance.
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Serena’s mind fazed from the video as it went by, she wasn’t even sure what it was called, but it didn’t hold her attention. Her eye continued to flick from one friend to another. They where trying, trying so hard and she wasn’t do anything to help. She had come, but had been silent and withdrawn until they put a movie on in an attempt to break the silence. She could feel their attention was also not on the movie, but she wouldn’t say that, it would be an opening for a conversation she did not want to have.
Someone on the screen was giving a dramatic speech the other scouts pretended to be enthralled by. And maybe, in other circumstances they would have enjoyed it. Lita looked a little bored, Amy’s expression was studied attention, and Raye, she looked worried. Serena bit into her check at the worry in Raye’s expression, considering how that expression would shift if she knew what was really bothering her.
But it was settled, it wouldn’t be mentioned, she would forget it. Then why wont you stop thinking about it idiot! She hissed at herself, tiny tears beginning to sting her eyes. She realised she was going to cry, something she had managed to avoid over the last few days.
Sharply she stood, not looking at the startled expression on her friends faces. “I’m going for some air.” Serena whispered and was out the door before they could register her expression. She hoped they didn’t see the vestiges of tears in her eyes.
Her stomach crushed in on her, her body shaking as she collapsed on the temple stairs, staring out at the night, watching the pinpoint moon high above her. She tried to push thoughts about Darien away, she honestly did, but there was nothing else to occupy her. Her friends where of no use, conversations had come to a dead halt between them, and she couldn’t even escape from it all by getting angry with someone because the only person who ever did that with skill was the one person she was trying not to think about.
She tried not to think about things she had successfully avoided that entire day. A nagging at the back of her mind began to play, and all in all she had no idea what was causing the change of mood.
She was happy, she knew inside she was happy, although a frown drew on her face. She was happy that everything was back to normal. Happy the strange division between enemy’s had been patched up and hidden. Happy that she hadn’t flung herself into Raye’s arm’s and cried the truth out because the guilt was eating her up. Yes she was happy, but it wasn’t all right still.
She wanted to know, as she stared up at the moon, if she was so happy, why was she crying, again. But she never got an answer, because the tears drew her down into sleep.
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Strong arm’s gripped her, her waist in their possessive hold. Hot breaths brushing across her face as his warm lips drew away. She mumbled something, something incoherent and drew him back to her, relishing the feel of his slick lips as they made their way across her features, memorising the feel of his touch. Kiss’s where planted across her jaw line, up past the edge of her eye and along her forehead. A quick peck on her nose, the edge of her lips, her eye lids as they fluttered shut, all the while avoiding her demanding lips. She tried to direct the heated kiss’s to her lips, and his head moved, lowering and skimming over them with the briefest of butterfly kiss, then went lower to her neck.
Her breath hitched as he closed his mouth over the edge of her neck, suckling her heated flesh, teasing it with his tongue and tormenting all her senses. Her fingers loosened in his hair a groan of frustration escaping her as she let her body relax in his hold. The arm about her waist held her close, grinding her against him, the arm behind her shoulder and neck, fingers buried at the base of her hair tilted her back. Dipping her so he could explore her neck without interruption.
Another groan as he teased her, his lips making their way down her collar bone, testing the limits of seduction before they where halted. But she made no movement to stop him, nothing in her body wanted him to stop. Her trembling limbs demanded he continue.
He straightened her without warning, his lips closing over hers hungrily, the intensity of the kiss stirring the lingering heat in her body. She pressed harder against him, feeling his excitement, feeling his longing. A groan escaped him as she arched in against him, and his tongue delved deeper in her awaiting mouth.
She gripped his shoulders, keeping the contact as close as possible as they moved back for air and returned, his hands moving across her back exploring her clothed figure.
She took the next step, reaching one hand down and sliding it up beneath his shirt wanting to know how he felt beneath her hands. Her hand travelled over tight muscles, and smooth skin, warm to the touch and she groaned at the feeling of it all.
And all restraint crumbled. He moved harshly pushing her up against the wall, raising her and sliding his leg between her own to keep her in place. Then his hands began to explore her front, slipping in under her pink top and pressing in under her bra massaging her breasts. She bit into her lip tightly at the feel of his hands, course but strangely soft. And his breath’s came harsh against her neck, his hands pausing for a moment, his body firm against her own and she could feel the pulse of his need matching her own.
His grip came to her waist tightening and pain flashed through her body.
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With a cry Serena jerk up, her eyes wide as they flicked about the silent night. Her body tense, her memory of pain acute but she couldn’t feel it now, just the residue. Sharply she drew in breaths of air, her mind trying to catch up with the moment, trying to decipher what had just happened. A dream, a memory. She told herself sternly still trying to catch herself, but every noise made her jump. Heat pushed through her body, fighting with the pain and confusing her all the more. Her mind jumped back to bits and pieces of the memory, scared of the intensity of it.
“Serena?”
Serena let out a started cry, jumping from the temple steps and spinning on her left foot to stare down her opponent only to find Raye, watching her with concern.
“Oh Raye.” Serena replied, trying to get her breathing to work properly, but the feeling that he was touching her, his fingers moving across her skin kept it erratic.
“Are…” Raye paused a frown pushing onto her expression. “Are you okay?” Came the careful question. It was funny, she couldn’t remember Raye ever sounding so uncertain before. Serena thought about the dream she had just had and stared up at her friends violet eyes. She wondered fleetingly what he had done, what had hurt her so much, but her mind was to dishevelled to work. She couldn’t remember any of her dreams being so elaborate before, and she was more offset then usual.
“I’m fine.” Serena managed to snap, remembering her friend was waiting for a response. Raye frowned just a little more, her eyes sweeping over Serena quickly.
“You seem disturbed.” Raye continued unperturbed by Serena’s blatant rejection. Serena glared at her friend, trying to calm the trembling of her limbs, she was not in control here. Not even a little bit. What ever kept feeding her these dreams was having a good old time.
“I’m fine.” Serena snapped once more, her back turning to the priestess. She was almost scared her friend would be able to see it on her. Would sense what it was that had thrown her so askew. She realised she couldn’t be there, she was too frazzled to think clearly.
“Where are you going?” Raye’s panicked voice demanded when Serena began down the temple stairs. The moon was much higher now, she noted when she paused to consider answering Raye. She didn’t know where she was going, but her friend wouldn’t just let her wonder about.
Serena grip her teeth, they would let her do what she wanted to. “I’m going for a walk.” Serena snapped once more and continued her decent.
“If you need anything Serena, we’re your friends, we’ll be here for you.” Raye called out softly.
Serena didn’t respond, she continued walking knowing she was being watched, but refusing to acknowledge it. She waited until she was out of their sight before she allowed her shoulders to slump and her limbs to quiver as they had been begging to do.
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Serena wasn’t sure how long she had been walking when she entered the park. Nor did she really care, her body was still shaking, her mind still unfocused, and as if to try and confuse her further her mind had begun playing the dream on repeat for her. No she had never gotten that much detail, that much memory at once, and she could tie in a lot of the other snippets she had gotten to those few brief moments.
As she walked about the park she knew she couldn’t go back to the temple until she had sorted this out. If she went back now she would probably just hear another conversation about her and all the oddity’s in her behaviour of late. Besides, she was so unbalanced there was no telling what she would say just to stop the “are you okay?” questions she knew would be asked. And she couldn’t go home either, because her parents weren’t expecting her and she didn’t want to disturb them. So she curled up on a park bench, watching the still lake and tried to figure out everything. And sleep stole her away for the second time that night.
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He asked her something, something in a harsh tone that she tried to ignore. Her response was non-chalet, fear had peaked. Not fear of him, fear of herself, fear of betraying something.
His fingers curled around the edge of her shirt and went to lift it, sharply she stopped him, glaring at him fiercely. His eyes softened, his frown remained. Gently he released the shirt stepping back from her, his eyes shifting over her quickly, the excitement from only seconds before ignored as he watched her intently. She flushed for some reason and went to exit the door but he stopped her with a gentle hand.
He gave her one of those smiles she had seen before, a brief smile that set her body humming with curiosity, one of his honest smiles.
“Stay.” He whispered and drew her into the lounge room, directing her to one of the sheets. She shifted uncomfortably on the plush couch, then let herself sink into it. He left the room, and she let her eyes travel over the expensive but Spartan apartment. She rested her back against the couch and automatically arched it away as pain flared. A groan, but this time of pain came from her and she surrendered to the evening.
He returned quickly, something in his hand. He said something else, something cold and sterile.
She stood up anger flushing through her body, mixing with the fear of discovery, a emphasised by the excitement from mere minutes ago. She didn’t give him time to think, her hands sliding in under his shirt, feeling him tense beneath her touch. He moved back a step, her hands falling to his waist her smile playful.
And she released him. Before he could speak she took what he held and threw it across the room, letting it disappear into a corner before she faced him with triumph. He growled something low, that made her shiver and the next second he had her in his grip again, his lips searching for her own, his hands exploring. They skipped past her waist carefully, but explored the rest of it intently. His right hand slid in under her shirt unsnapping her bra, the other hand unhooking her skirt buttons and sliding the zip down.
Her body riled with the heat forgotten only momentarily, her hands fiercely unbuttoning his shirt as he drew her own off. It was a strangely co-ordinated mess of clothes as they where thrown about the room, every article giving more chance for contact and that contact being enjoyed. He picked her up letting the friction of skin on skin be enjoyed before his lips once more began to trail her body, this time not inhibited by clothes, or any other boundary’s.
And she surrendered to his touch, wanting and willing to returned every caress as he drove her into ecstasy.
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Serena’s eyes opened languidly, her mind on reply and she realised something. Something that was both unexplainable and undeniable. She had wanted Darien, more then anything else, despite what ever her efforts where to deny it, she had wanted him and taken him. She rubbed her eyes fiercely, trying to remove the thought and jumped to her feet only to find she was shaking worse then before.
Her body wanted him again, the remnants of memory pushing her to want his touch a second time, wanting him to complete what her mind was not willing to let her remember yet. She cursed silently, staring up at the sky as she tried to decide. If she closed her eyes again, he would be there, she knew it with a certainty that hurt. If she allowed herself to dream he would be the focus of that dream.
She had done something wrong the other day, choosing to forget what she couldn’t remember. She had hoped it would remove the memory’s entirely, but it had been a childish hope and she hated that it was wrong. Life would have been simpler if forgetting had been an option.
Her eye’s travelled the park around her, then moved across to the buildings overlooking it. And she made her decision, her feet taking her to an apartment she hadn’t realised she knew the address for.
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