Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon.
(A.N: This explains some of the things that Hotaru said in chapter ten of my fic 'Beauty of the Water, Tears of the Flame,' but it is not necessary to read that in order to understand this, as it can also be seen as just a stand-alone oneshot.)
Not Meant to Last
By Silver Sailor Ganymede
Piercing violet eyes scanned the busy café from where she sat at the table, then darted back to the watch she wore on her right wrist. Michiru was late, she mused, and every second she waited began to hurt her even more inside. But there was nothing she could do about where she was going, nothing she could do about her father and his coldness, and to do anything else would hurt Michiru, and indeed herself even more than this would. No, there was nothing else she could do, she told herself; this was the only way to go about it.
She snapped out of her revire upon noticing a girl walk into the café, one whose aqua hair was soaked through and flattened by the rain and whose deep blue eyes held a look of confusion in them. She strode over to where the raven-haired girl sat then seated herself opposite her.
"I'm sorry I'm late Hotaru," the aqua haired girl spoke.
"It's not a problem, Michiru, I haven't been waiting long," the violet eyed girl, Hotaru, replied, though she was lying through her teeth; she had been waiting for over twenty minutes.
"Why did you want to see me?" Michiru asked, not bothering to order anything; she simply watched as Hotaru sipped at her now stone-cold black coffee.
The smaller girl sighed, "Do I have to have a reason to see someone I'm in such a relationship with?"
Michiru blushed, "I'm sorry, I've just been really busy with rehersals for my next concert and…"
"Don't worry about it," Hotaru said. "In fact that was the reason I called you here."
"I promise I'll spend more time with you when the rehersals are over, it's just…"
"No, Michiru, you won't," Hotaru sighed.
"What do you mean? Of course I will; I've never gone back on…"
"That's not what I mean," Hotaru interrupted her. "What I was trying to tell you is that I'm moving to America in three days time to stay with my father."
"So soon?" Michiru looked shocked, "But you'll come back and see me, won't you? And we can still email and telephone… long distance relationships ar…"
Hotaru held up a hand to silence her, "I don't care," she said in a voice that was barely above a whisper, "I can't do this anymore. I… I don't love you any more, Michiru." The lie stung her even as those venomous words left her mouth, but she knew that it was the only thing she could have done.
Michiru stood up suddenly, tears forming in her eyes as she did so. She spun around and ran out of the café without having said another word, knocking Hotaru's cup of coffee off the table as she did so. It shattered and fell to the floor in a million pieces, perhaps symbolising the way Hotaru felt at that time because of what she had had to do. It did not matter to her though and there were no tears falling from her eyes, but then again perhaps that was because once something is broken so badly it can never be fixed. Some things were just not meant to last, and sadly love seemed to be one of those fickle things that would eventually ebb and fade away into nothing.