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a aBy Celeste Goodchild
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a aPrologue - Heartstrings
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a a"We have invisible heartstrings between us. Our hearts are woven into these fine and sensitive threads that tie us together. These strings can only be seen with our hearts. But sometimes we stand on these strings because we are not careful, and..."
- Rolf Lovland
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a a--things can go a little strange.
My brother was everything to me.
I say that now, and I wish that I had said it to him so long ago -- but wishes are only wishes, and I have no way of making them come true. After all, only hito wa pure no kokoro may get their wishes, ne? A wish come true for the pure-hearted ...
My heart is far from pure.
However, my heart had -- and still has -- a love that was true and far reaching. My heart had strings that bound me to my brother as tightly as he was bound to me. And even though he steps all over my heartstrings today -- even though he broke the ones connecting him to me, I stubbornly keep mine wrapped about his heart -- I will never be hurt enough to pull away from him.
My brother is alive, my brother is well, my brother despises me with all his heart while I cling to him desperately, waiting for that day when he will return to me....
I am a dreamer -- but without my brother, I have no need for reality. That is because reality is cold and bleak without my younger brother in which to share it with....
Sailor Pluto, why won't you turn back the clock?!
I only wanted to help him!
I think I ruined his life.
No -- I am being selfish again. I didn't ruin his life.
I ruined my own.
Only my heartstrings connect us now -- but somehow, in some part of me, I feel as if he is still with me, as if one long, frayed heartstring still runs from my brother's heart to my own, somehow proving that blood stains one's heart forever -- you can't ignore your family...
This is my story -- the story of a selfish man who tried to do an unselfish act -- and discovered that the road to Hell is always paved with good intentions.
As I write this, I can look outside my window, into the dull twilight of the city that shines in the moonlight, almost as if it is even now that great Crystal metropolis, ruled over by the tsuki no megami, the goddess of the moon, the child-like empress, the neo-queen who never forgot her love, her duty, her power...
("My grief cannot last forever-")
It certainly doesn't seem that way, sometimes.... when I look back on the days that led up to the disaster of good intentions, the day evil tried to be good, yet somehow, I managed to ruin someone's life yet again....
At least this time, it was my own.
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