A Lonely Dream
Wondering,
If the days passing by,
Are easy to bear,
As your lullabies
For her, sleep was the easiest way to see him again. A dream, with his figure standing in a field of green grass, and the sun shining on his beautifully-sculpted face. Like an evanescent moment that fluttered in her mind until she woke up to find daylight outside the window.
He was the love of her life.
A man who could create no harm on others yet had captured her heart against her wishes that night.
A man always soft, tender, and warm who took everything she knew all away like a cold blizzard; her old thoughts now covered in thick snow. So one day, when he announced that he would be leaving, he didn't even stop to wipe her tears. Yet, the image of his gentle figure walking away from her never left her conscience.
Days, months, years had passed by and she stood like a brick wall, unpenetrated, to wait for him.
He came back.
Weak, lonely, and desperate, his depressed spirit was something she noticed immediately upon his arrival at her house. She allowed him to stay with her for as long as he needed a home.
Often, his amber eyes burned into her soul during the evenings when only candles and a warm fireplace provided light. So during one evening, lost, and transfixed on his lost eyes, she considered the growing idea that he might be falling in love with her.
He walked slowly towards her and planted a kiss on her chaste lips. A moment of sadness entered her mind.
"Sakura..."
She could not get angry, felt no right to. This man...this man had lost the love of his life. And like a walking shadow, he had decided to make it his life's purpose to find his love again. There was no purpose in his eyes as he looked into amethyst eyes; had he given up? The burning in his eyes she had sworn was love, was in reality eyes of passion that made her face an illusion of his 'Sakura.'
"Syaoran..." she whispered with longing into his face. Slowly, putting her arms around his neck, she pulled him down to the seat of the couch next to her. Looking into his eyes with her amethyst orbs, she smiled at him.
He gave her a dumbfounded smile and gently cupped her cheek. "Sakura..."
She looked away from him, closing her eyes painfully for a second. Restraining her tears, she nodded, opening her eyes again. "Yes...it's me." And slowly, she moved her lips toward his. If this was who he needed...
With every time she scooted closer, she had hoped that what he saw was in fact not Sakura, but her. Tomoyo.
Yet, there was only eagerness in his voice. "Sakura!" Immediately as if excited, he captured her in a long, passionate kiss, pushing her body slowly on the couch.
Unable to stop him, she followed suit. Allowing their hidden pleasures to be opened.
The next day seemed like a dream to the both of them. And for the remaining years of their lives, everything was like a dream come true.
He had found her again, he thought, his sakura.
She had found love, she thought, her syaoran.
Delusional in their desires, they continued to live the dream they always wanted.
It was a painful, beautiful dream, with his figure standing in a field of green grass, and the sun shining on his beautifully-sculpted face. His eyes. His eyes were awfully sad and to Tomoyo's greatest pain, she suddenly painted a person next to him that would lighten those sad amber eyes.
"Your Sakura. Your only Sakura."
For her, sleep was the easiest way to see him again. Truly Happy.