It’s the dead of night. He awakens in a panicked sweat, the cool breeze from the window burning his dampened skin. It was another nightmare.
He’s been having them frequently as of late. His dreams are a fog of sorrow and broken memories; her lifeless eyes haunt him throughout. He holds the photo of her that he keeps on his nightstand. There is a crack through her face that stretches from the shadows of the frame through the glisten of the moon’s reflection. She is broken.
He feels guilty. He doesn’t want this for her. There is a reason for her unhappiness, and his nightmares spoil her faith in his guidance. He feels helpless; worthless even.
He leaves her.
She doesn’t understand now–maybe she never will–but this is for the better. She can live her life, and be free from the man who will hide her light from the world.
He rests against the window sill, a gentle wind brushing the hair from his dewy forehead. He stares up at the moon and wonders–will she ever look back? But she is. She is always looking back.
Darien contemplates his relationship in the second arc of Sailor Moon, when King Endymion of the future stirs nightmares within him that influence his confidence in how safe he can keep Serena while continuing to be with her. Ultimately, he leaves her.
Their break up is driven by romance and pure intentions. It was anything but selfish. Serena is lost and disoriented, but refuses to give up the pursuit of the man she knows happiness with–the man she lives to love and protect.
A part of me thinks this for myself. A foolishly faithful part of me believes he has left me in earnest for my own good. A part of me believes he is still single and lonely, and he only tries to push me to move on by making me feel otherwise. He is not hurting me, he is encouraging me to find someone who can give me everything I deserve. I can’t give up on him.