Author's Note: This is a oneshot as of now, but I'm considering extending it.
Disclaimer: Me not own, You no sue.
Rain
Daidouji Tomoyo stared out into the rain. Beautiful. The harmony of the drops and the melody of the clouds were refreshing. Rain was beautiful in another sense where it washed everything away.
Almost everything. Her mouth tightened, and pain flooded her violet eyes. The rain seemed to mock her now, pattering out the words almost everything over and over again. She turned her back on it, pulling black hair off to one side. She could forget about serenity in the rain now…
Perhaps she should call Sakura. The bright girl never failed to cheer her up. But she'd probably be sleeping now, and she'd be with her best friend all day tomorrow anyway. Calling her other best friend Chiharu was out too. Chiharu slept like the dead.
So she sat on her bed for a time, draped in a familiar cloak of solitude and sorrow. If- No! She was trying not to think about that! She shook it off and reached for her designs, lying on a table near her bed. She needed to finish a design and her dress for the upcoming dance. Her experienced fingers dashed across the page, trying to get caught up in the delightfully mindless frenzy that fashion had always blessed her with since- The pencil dropped from her fingers.
Well, it had worked…she supposed. She shoved the enormous mass of paper from her and went to her movie room. She had learned to tape at five years old, and she pulled out one of her earliest ones. A smile reached across her face, as she lost herself for an hour, seeing Sakura, Chiharu, and occasionally herself dancing and giggling on tape in excitement. She leaned back into the plush velvet of the seat, fingering a strand of her long black hair.
She smiled at the screen. "We were all so cute." Even at a whisper, her voice is melodic, and it dips its graceful wings into the sleeping silence. A spark of happiness glows in her eyes. "Sakura-chan's still cute. Chiharu-chan's always been pretty in a bold way, and look, she was fiery even then." She sighed again. Talking to yourself was supposed to be the first sign of madness. But it had been full years since that had happened. She couldn't go mad now, not after so long, right? She crossed the room to her bed, terrified beyond belief. Tears coursed down ivory cheeks as a deep-seated fear gripped her heart. But she was so tired. Every day she fought like this. And every day, she lost. Just like today. She closed her eyes, and gave herself up to her memories in the form of nightmares. However, one rebellious thought remained in her head, and it was that it hadn't always been this way. It hadn't…always been… this… way.
So...Should I extend it or not?