Earth's Eclipse

Tears streamed down her pale face. She always seemed to be crying these days. She sniffled quietly as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her blue eyes appeared puffy and slightly red from her crying. Her blonde hair tied in odangos hung limply around her shoulders, making her look like a melancholy 3-year old. Overall she looked like a child. The thought seemed to have some logic to her as it appeared in her mind. The others complained about how she always whined too much, and read comics or played when she should be studying. And he always looked at her like she was a kid…

Him. Her bottom lip trembled. She would give anything to have him back, but he claimed he no longer loved her. He still fought the evils of the world by her side when those times came, but besides those fleeting moments he wanted nothing to do with her.

"I am a child," She sniffled again, remembering how many times her childish or cowardish ways had caused him or her friends unnecessary pain. "I burden them too much," she said out loud to her reflection. Somehow it seemed to reason, to agree with her statement.

"I won't hurt them anymore," She said in a determined voice as she suddenly decided what she needed to do. She gathered up what she needed hastily and threw it all into her satchel after she dumped her school books out of it. She threw in a few changes of clothes, her old stuffed bunny, her passport and some extra cash she had managed to save over the past few years after her dad had tried to stress to her the importance of having emergency money. She never thought she would need it this soon though. She also had a few savings bonds, which she tossed in too.

Lastly she put the Luna Pen in her pocket. She hadn't used it ages, but she knew it would serve her purposes if needed. She looked down at her broach, knowing what she had to do next. She took a sheet of stationary from her desk and wrote down a quick note to her friends and her parents, leaving it hanging on her mirror. Gently she removed her broach and placed it on the dresser that the mirror adjoined.

As she put it down she brushed against something. She looked over to see the star-shape made of gold. Her locket. She picked it up and opened it, the soft music flowing out of it, causing more tears to spring to her eyes with its melody. It was her locket from him. He no longer loved her anymore. The thoughts ran through her head as she threw the locket violently to the floor. Without a second thought she crushed it with her foot, killing the crystalline music.

She looked up to her reflection to see it approving of her actions somehow. Taking one last look around her room, she walked out as the locket played its few last notes in death.

She walked to the airport at a brisk pace; her face titled downward as she mingled with the other people in the massive crowds that always seemed to choke the streets of Tokyo. She started to across the street on the crowded crosswalk, the last road that stood between her and the airport. She wasn't watching where she was going, only intent upon her destination, when she ran right into somebody. She backed up and started to apologize rapidly when the person spoke.

"Usagi?"

Him. A sickening feeling washed over her. Why did she always bump into him? She took a deep breath to steady herself, unconsciously inhaling the scent of him. She wanted so badly to grab him, bury her face into his chest and to cry all her fears out, but she knew he would never let her. He doesn't love you, she reminded herself. Without looking up at him, she stepped around him and continued on her way.

He called out after her, his voice getting louder even as she put more distance between them. He came up from behind, grabbing her by the arm and spinning her back around.

"What are you doing?"

She looked up at him, her face still holding the signs of her earlier tears and for a moment she thought she saw concern flash through his eyes. If it was ever there it disappeared quickly, returning to that neutral, cold stare he always gave her. She wrenched from her arm away from his grip and managed to get away by catching him off guard with the move. Now free, she ran off into the crowd. He followed in hot pursuit, trying to keep up and push through the endless sea of people. Knowing no one else was paying attention, she pulled out the Luna Pen. "Disguise Power," She whispered. The powers of the Pen came forth, transforming her to look like a twenty-year old woman with short black hair. She took a backward glance at him, knowing he didn't see her disguise herself.

"Goodbye, my love," The words slipped softly from her lips as she walked away.