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Bayb-Tiger: Once again a new story, I'm not sure if this is a good thing or not, but I am hoping it is! Please enjoy this story and I'm dedicating this to my friend because he gave me this story idea...please R&R!
Summary: She had only one goal, to live life to the fullest. He wanted to help her get everything she ever wanted. But the only thing he didn't know was what she wanted could kill her.
Disclaimer: CCS characters belong to CLAMP, my own characters belong to me, the story plot belongs to my friend Patrick although I've adapted it to make it my own.
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Prologue: All But a Dream
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"Please give her back to me!" a man of eighteen pleaded as he knelt down on the top of a cliff. The rushing waters below him crashing on the cliff but he refused to move as the water splashed onto him. In his arms was a female of sixteen her soft auburn locks were covering her face and she had a serene look of peace in an endless slumber.
"Please give her back to me," the man continued sobbing now as he looked up to the God above, "Please!"
Hearing no answer he held her tightly towards his chest, "It's all my fault," he said softly, "If only I had never came here, if only."
Looking once more to a far out distant he decided on one thing. The dark blue waters looking so inviting, the crushing of the waves looked like a soft bed you could just lay upon and never wake from.
"If you won't bring her back," he scorned to the Gods, "than I shall join her.'
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Bayb-Tiger: That was a fast chapter ne? Don't worry the future chapters will be A LOT longer than this one…I hope you guys liked the introduction…please read and review! I really want to know what you think about this story!
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Broken Hill Organ by Patrick Broadley
Melting in the background,
Bleeding into the sky
My breath shatters in the cold as I sigh
Wondering what her thoughts are
And if they are of me
Sitting, perched upon a broken hill
I play my shallow organ for her
Mournfully it makes the notes
That make her smile, not just with her mouth
But with her eyes too
On and on I play
My grey eyelids of stone
They burn with the weight of years spent playing
I dare not stop, for fear that her smile will fade
Her glossy eyes hypnotise me and I can't look away
She holds my pallid hand as we wonder
The surrounding dark orchards of dreams
That surround our bleak and lonely hill
While I long for the flavour of the lips
That form her sideways smile