Shades of Purple

Our Song

Queen Serenity hired a troubadour to play soothing acoustic music around the palace. Sometimes he'd sing, and sometimes he would just play. Either way, it was peaceful and nice to listen to, which is what she was going for in hiring him.

I was lying in my bed, all alone. It was a Saturday night, which meant one more day before Kunzite was "free." I didn't know if I was going to go or not. I didn't want to seem like I was super available and would just fall to his feet whenever it was convenient for him. But at the same time, maybe this would be an opportunity to talk and try to make things okay again?

The genre of music playing in the background was making me nostalgic.

I decided to sleep on it.

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Sunday night came. And I decided to go. If things went badly, I would be affirmed if I decided to end it. I thought about dolling myself up and looking all nice... but then figured, why bother?

Reluctantly stepping into the portal, I took a deep breath as I was sent to Earth. Knocking on the front door, a servant answered and let me in, directing me to the main living room where Kunzite was.

He was on the couch with the TV on, about to start a movie. When he saw me, he got up to greet me.

"You made it."

"Um... yeah," I said as I slowly moved forward. "I didn't get scheduled for a patrol tonight, so I figured I'd drop by. Not sure how long I'll stay though."

"You can leave whenever you wish. I was just about to start a film, if you'd like to join."

"Sounds good."

I awkwardly took a seat beside him, not too close or too far away. The servant shut off the light so it was totally dark in there other than the TV. We watched Good Will Hunting, which was a popular favorite among the generals and Endymion.

It was a great movie, but the whole time I felt... really uncomfortable. Kunzite wasn't being directly rude or anything, which was nice, but he definitely wasn't loving either. He treated me like an ordinary acquaintance who he was obligated to be polite to. So much confusion.

The movie ended and I just really wanted to be home.

Months ago I never dreamed there would be a time I'd be so eager to get away from him. Not like this.

"Well, thanks for having me. I should get back. Early morning tomorrow."

"Very well. Travel safely."

The whole walk over to the portal, I couldn't stop asking myself... what the hell was that?

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I slept in super late; much later than usual. I remembered the previous night... and was no less confused even after processing.

What am I supposed to do with this? I don't even know how to react.

I went down to the kitchen, where the other guardians were having breakfast, still feeling down. We hadn't seen much of Serenity lately, since she and Endymion were constantly together, planning their wedding.

"Morning," I said, unenergetically, as I sat down and poured some juice.

"Hey. Where were you last night?" Jupiter asked.

"I uh... went to see Kunzite."

"Did you?" They all became intrigued. "How did it go? What happened?"

"Well... I... don't really know, actually. He was very formal and polite, but acted more like a friendly stranger than a lover. We didn't really talk. He just wanted to watch a movie, and that was it. We were silent the whole time. I couldn't take the tension anymore and just came back after."

"Ugh. Jerk," Jupiter murmured as she sipped her coffee.

"You know what? We're too good for them!" Mars added.

"You're right, Mars. Being with Nephrite used to be like heaven, but those days are over. Freaking 'heavenly kings,' yeah right. I don't care anymore!" Jupiter chimed in, lying.

I sighed. "I guess nobody gets too much heaven no more."

I stunned myself a little. Something about that statement shook my heart.

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I grabbed my journal from my room and went outside. I could hear the troubadour playing music, not singing this time. I sat down and started writing. Then the thought crossed my mind to write a song. Most musicians write about their relationships and struggles, right?

I listened to the music and allowed it to inspire me as I got in the zone and went along with the slow rhythm.

Something's going on, what is wrong?

I want you to be here, why won't you come...

And spend some time with me? Can't you see...

Have we come undone?

Is this the end of our song?

Nobody gets too much heaven no more

It's much harder to come by

I'm waiting in line

Nobody gets too much love anymore

It's as high as a mountain

And harder to climb

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Having the troubadour around made me feel like I was in a movie or TV show, having a soundtrack for my life. It was kind of a cool feeling, actually. The next night, I stayed up late and sat on the palace's front steps, staring at the Earth.

I don't want to end it... but I can't go on like this. I deserve better.