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Mysteries and Pleasantries
Honesty? Honestly, I'm better off without honesty. Especially... Her specialty. Oh how she does it so nicely. Calmly, delicately... striking just precisely. And yet, what of me? Do I just stand by and watch quietly?
This story takes place in an alternate universe. Sakura and Syaoran are married and were once happily so. I wonder what changed?
Legend:
"..." – speech
'...' (italized) – thoughts
Author's Note: [11.23.08] 8:40 am
Good morning all! Well, I have been taking an extended vacation from writing stories and since I'm in a writer's rush, I thought I might as well revive this one too! It had such a good plot that I'm quite disappointed with myself for not taking any effort with it at all. Right now I'm gonna take this on again along with A Different Kind of Fairytale, my Esca fic.
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Prolouge: How the End came to Be
"No! Don't get up! I'm just here to get my sleeping things," Sakura sighed as she went into her husband's bedroom.
It had once been theirs of course, only now she made a nice home of her favorite guest bedroom of their three-story manor house.
Of course, it's only proper now that she found out he's been sharing it with a few people other than herself. It'll be utterly selfish of her to insist against that, won't it?
And again, of course, because of being blindsided by love and those proverbial rose-colored glasses, it left her too late to do anything about it. It was already happening whether she liked it or not, whether she's here or not.
Sighing again, she got all her stuff from the bedroom for good measure leaving a bewildered girl to stare at her dumbly while she closed the door none too gently.
She could hear her husband wake up quite as loudly as the noise. 'Serves him right,' she thought as her eyes started to fill up with tears, 'Never drink and fuck, especially with me.'
She got to her bedroom and put away her things. A photoframe she refused to throw out caught her eye, it was their wedding portrait.
Stubborn tears fell down her cheeks and she can't stop them now that it's started. She took the photo and looked at it longingly.
It's been two years and what a surprise for their second-year anniversary did she receive: her beloved husband was cheating on her.
It wasn't always like that though, they were happy. They dated for a year and a half then he proposed. They had a December wedding and her white dress blended well with the winter season. They had their honeymoon in Europe, a tour. They didn't come home for three months and they didn't leave the bedroom for almost all that time. Oh yes were they happy.
She never asked for anything, and in turn he gave her everything. He didn't ask for anything either but there was one thing he desperately wanted, and needed that she couldn't seem to be able to give: a child.
More tears flowed down now. She was so ready to have a child but fate or God, whichever was crueler, deemed her unworthy of that. In that process her husband deemed her unworthy too.
And then six months earlier it started. She received news from her friends about her husband's behavior but she dismissed it as harmless flirting. They needed it sometimes especially with business partners' wives. A little compliment or gesture never hurt anyone. But it blew her away.
The first one was a model that was hosting a charity event. She was there, how couldn't have she noticed? She and her husband hosted the party together and everyone cat-called to them that they should kiss. And for the sake of the success of the event (that's what she thought anyway) they did.
The following week later he spent more time at the office but he made up for it on the weekends. Another week later and she found herself sleeping alone.
After another week a merger was released so she wasn't too worried, she assured herself he was really busy.
Then more weeks came and the house became colder. She also had a job but it was a position that didn't require her presence all the time at work. Besides, she was married to one of the richest men in the country. Still, she felt lonelier and she loathed herself more for not being able to conceive. A child would really brighten up the house and make her husband's absence more bearable.
Adoption wasn't a considerable option since what they really needed was an heir to both their family's legacy.
She sighed and closed her eyes, hugging the photoframe to her chest. 'God,' she prayed, 'What do I do?'
What does it matter if your mother's an actress and your father's a singer? What does it matter if you've finished college? What does it matter if you've inherited the family business? What does it matter that you've spent half your life trying to lead a good life only to be struck down at your highest point? What does it matter if you've married the love of your life, your soulmate? What does it matter, even if you're Li Sakura?
'It doesn't matter. They aren't important,' she thought. 'It doesn't matter because I cannot give my husband his greatest joy and made him turn from me! It doesn't matter because right now... I don't matter.'
With those last thoughts she felt into a restless slumber.
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