A/N: Ahhhh, this is my first one in a while so be easy on me. Anyway, hope you like it!
RED VELVET
Syaoran hadn't cried since my death.
He did all his daily tasks without any regard for my passing. He went to work looking normal, wearing his usual clothes and the same stern look was still plastered on his face. He hadn't even planned a funeral for me. Instead, Syaoran decided that my body be cremated a week day after my death. It was a 30 second decision and it took a 30 second conversation with Richard, our butler, to arrange everything. It took him all but one minute to get rid of my remains; the only thing left of me.
At this point, I was really happy that I had died. I was finally through with the bullshit that he put me through. He never showed any affection or expressed his love for me after the first year of our marriage. I had tried to ignite the fire that our marriage had by waiting for him in the bedroom clad in skimpy clothes. I even searched ways to lure your husband on the internet and tried numerous tips. But all my efforts were ignored. He grew tired of my attempts and I grew tired of attempting. Our marriage was basically a relationship full of emptiness.
The day after my death, he came home early from work. It's not like he was mourning over my death or anything so he had no excuse to be home early from work. He walked into our library. I had no idea why he was going in there in the middle of the day.I was curious so I followed him. He walked directly to the bookshelf and pulled out a large velvet covered book. I stood behind him as he opened an unnamed book that I had never noticed before.
My breathing hitched when I read the first page. In his small cursive writing, it read "To my beloved wife." As he turned from page to page, I saw poems about me and sketches of us drawn over course of our marriage. Translucent tears started falling from my eyes and onto the pages. I become so overwhemled with emotion that I had to cover my mouth to prevent myself from crying out to him as if I still had a voice in the world.
I was so preoccupied with trying to keep my emotions in check that I didn't realize that tears were staining the words and sketches. Tears that didn't belong to me. I looked up at my Syaoran only to see tears continuously falling from his beautiful brown eyes as he flipped through the pages. Never have I have seen him so vulnerable. I didn't notice that real tears were staining the words and drawings until I heard him utter, "I'm sorry Sakura... I love you."
Continuous tears were falling from his eyes. The sight of his secret love and hidden emotions brought on more tears. I cried even harder when I heard him utter "I love you Sakura." Never, ever have I heard those words come his lips since the first year of our marriage. The feelings of love, a feeling I haven't felt for him since our marriage, were suddenly ignited within me. If I was still alive and I saw him crying, I probably would have just walked by without a care, but now... I wanted to hold him. Caress him. Tell him that everything was okay.
I raised my hand to his face to wipe away his tears, only to have my hand go through his face. Oh that's right... I am a ghost. A ghost who just found love again with my husband after four years of marriage.
To say that we are a dysfunctional couple would be an understatement.
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