Revised 7/14/05. I'm thinking about coming back to this story, but first i'm revising and hopefully, now it runs smoother and is overall a better story. :D

Disclaimer: lyrics belong to Offspring (greatest band EVER) and the characters belong to ... not me.

The End of the Line

Usagi stood on the street corner motionless, her eyes stared straight in front of her into the oblivion. She was completely oblivious to the sirens blaring and policemen shouting to each other. Ambulance lights flashed a hypnotic red and blue while people stood around her watching the tow truck load up what was left the of a new red Ferrari.

Makoto talked a little longer with the head paramedic standing beside the ambulance. He had swore to her several times that the victim was no longer alive. Makoto glanced to her friend standing on the sidewalk with a face stripped of all emotion. She bit her lip and wondered how she was going to tell her that he was gone forever.

Makoto walked up to her best friend. So many times had Usagi comforted her when a boy broke up with her, but how could she comfort her friend that had just watched her drunken boyfriend smash into a semi-truck? The screeching sound of metal twisting and deforming would haunt her nightmares for a long time coming.

When the siren's flash is gone

And we're left to carry on

All the memories are too few

Usagi continued to stare straight, past the wreckage and emergency vehicles. She knew Mamoru was dead. She felt it the second she saw the Ferrari come blazing around the corner and run a red light.

She didn't know how to feel. Or even what to feel. Her boyfriend had been drunk, and most likely with some cheap whore. She didn't even have a happy memory to look back on of Mamoru. She had only known the drunk, raging, hormonal Mamoru that treated her like gum on his brand new shoe. But still, he was her boyfriend. Her life. She had spent the last five years of her life with him. She didn't know how to survive with out him anymore. They were supposed to get married, have a darling daughter, and rule the world.

Usagi blinked and looked at her friend. Makoto's dark green eyes were filled with sorrow.

"I know Makoto." She whispered hoarsely. Makoto gathered her into her arms and a single crystal tear rolled down Usagi's cheek and fell to the cool pavement.

When the pastor's music plays

And that casket rolls away

I could live again if you

Just stay alive for me

A cool autumn day found nine sullen girls dressed in black walked out of the tiny church followed by two cats. Mamoru had no family to speak of, or many friends. None of them talked or glanced at each other, and they all avoided looking at Usagi. They headed across the street and into the cemetery following the casket carried by three of Mamoru's old college buddies and Motoki.

Motoki couldn't believe what a fool his best friend was. His life was heading in the right direction, great job with room to move up, an adoring and sweet girlfriend, and tons of money from a trust fund that he hadn't been able to touch until he graduate college. And he fucked it all up. His heart went out for poor Usagi, she deserved better.

Please stay now, you left me here alone-

It's the end of the line

Please stay I can't make it on my own-

It's the end of the line

Make it on my own I

t's the end of the line

Minako and Usagi had linked arms as the walked across the browning grass behind the glossy black coffin. Usagi had only cried one tear for Mamoru and hundreds for her lost daughter Usagi. How could she go on now that there was no Chibi Usa in her future? How could she live when she met her daughter face to face? Knew her fears? Her dreams? It was a thousand times worse than an abortion, she had known how her daughter would turn out. The wonderful person she could be. Usagi felt hollow now, Chibi Usa had been the bright spot in her future.

Now that you are dead and gone

And I'm left to carry on

I could never smile cause you

Won't stay alive for me

Usagi wiped a blond stand of hair from her eyes. It had been three months since Mamoru's head on collision with a semi-truck. The man driving the truck had apologized to her profusely wishing he could have moved his truck in time to avoid the rampart driver. But it wasn't his fault. And not matter how much she wanted to blame the aging driver, she couldn't. It was Mamoru's fault.

She wasn't over him or the lose of her daughter yet, she had even moved to the opposite end of town and shared an apartment with Minako and Ami. She had smiled a few times since the accident but it had never reached her eyes. She didn't understand why she couldn't move on. Mamoru had treated her horrible and she had still loved him. She was such a foolish girl.

Today she was at Juban Park, a place she went often to enjoy the scenery and breath in the smell of flowers. She glanced over the bridge she was standing on into the crystal clear water. The water babbled on happily below her with out a care in the world. She had been like that once . And she wished with all her might that one day she could be happy again. Not thinking of anything but the present, knowing a happy future lie before her.

She closed her eyes and a single tear rolled down her cheek and joined the stream.

Finally,

Your final resting day

It's without me

I weep And think of the brighter days

What about me?

If only Mamoru hadn't liked alcohol so much, if only he hadn't liked to get drunk with his dumb friends from college and sleep with cheap whores. If only, if only, if only. Usagi smirked. If only she didn't know her future with Mamoru she would have moved on by now. Why can't I be happy? She thought. Why, why, why? She needed to meet someone. Someone that was nothing like Mamoru, who cared for her and wanted the best for her. Someone who she would love with all her heart.

You can't take back, the one mistake

That still lives on after life it takes

In that one day, that changed our lives

And bitter memories are left behind

Usagi sighed again and stepped away from the railing she had been leaning against. She saw a man with brown hair falling into his eyes leaning against the railing a few meters down.

He looked up at her, intense Prussian blue eyes stared straight into her startled eyes. He straightened up and walked towards her. He wore black pants, a dark green long sleeved shirt and black combat boots. He looked a few years older then Usagi and was at least a foot taller than her. His eyes held power, confidence, and control. Not the weak and insecure gaze Mamoru always wore. He stopped a few steps away. "Heero Yuy." He introduced himself.

Usagi smiled. Her eyes sparkled and her cheeks flushed. "Usagi Tsukino."

Maybe, just maybe, Heero Yuy was the answer to her prayers.