Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura.
Hello all! So I've decided to rewrite this fic to make it better. It'll probably be my last CCS fanfic, as the series seems quite dead now. Nonetheless, I had to finish this project.
I would like to thank everyone who reviewed the past version. Hopefully, if you're still around, you'll like this version too.
"Letting go"
Prologue
"You may now kiss the bride." Applause rose from the crowd, cheers and whistles blending in a joyous celebration while cameras flashed, immortalizing the moment. She looked up at her husband lovingly, the warm sunlight creating a halo behind him.
"I love you. I'll be forever with you, no matter what." Warm blue eyes held hers, tenderness and love shining in their depth. Feelings rose in her chest, a bubble of love, longing and happiness expanding through her, threatening to burst out of her body.
This was their day, their special day. They would be husband and wife, would live together, and would have children. It was the beginning of their new life.
Blood blossomed on her husband's pristine white button up shirt, staining his chest red. The young woman gasped softly, reaching out hesitantly towards her husband, who continued to smile to her tenderly.
"Your shirt…" She breathed out, her eyes flickering between the growing stain and loving blue eyes. Did he not see the stain? Where was it coming from? How could this be?
Thin red rivers fell down the corner of his lips, more blood seeping from his ears and eyes in rivulets. The bride gasped, horrified, reaching a shaking hand to touch the warm fluid on her husband's skin, who smiled wider, showing blood stained teeth.
"Forever, my love." He whispered hoarsely.
Twenty one year old Tomoyo woke up in sweat, eyes snapping wide open. Her eyes shone wetly, glazed and unseeing.
Half a year.
Six months.
One hundred and eighty seven days.
He was gone.
Gone.
Forever.
January 14th.
She squeezed her eyes shut, biting down on her lower lip until she felt the skin break, fighting to keep the whimpers and the sobs in. The attempt was in vain and tears escaped from her closed lids, streaming down her cheeks.
According to the date, it was now one hundred and eighty eight days.