Yoru no Nozomi
By
.: Sakura . Pie :.
Prologue
It all happened so fast. One day you were there, the next you were gone. Just...disappeared. Like a snowflake on my hand.
It was late at night, almost 3 in the morning. I was with you; you were holding my hand. We were leaving from your house, after just laying in your bed together, talking about anything...school, love, our future. You said you'd walk me home; it wasn't safe to be out so late by myself. So there we were, arm in arm.
I felt your presence leave me and your arm was wrenched away. I felt my arms forced behind me, my back smashed to someone---something---evil. They held you by his hair, teasing, saying horrible things. They kicked you, hit you. I cried out to you. But you was gone. A cold black demon was at your stomach, and then the thunder...They left us, you laying on the ground with no sound, me on my knees, sobbing hysterically. Someone stepped out of their house...Rika. She screamed and called the police. Bright lights, fast words. I couldn't speak. I wouldn't speak.
And now, here I am, you in a white bed, me in a white chair. Remembering the days we spent together.
Chapter 1
When I first met you, I didn't like you, I whispered into the ear of my love, the handsome Syaoran Li. He was a brilliant boy of 17, hair the color of caramel, eyes the color of fall leaves. And he was mine.
Is mine, I thought loudly to myself. He isn't dead. He won't die.
I continued talking. You were cold, and blunt. Cared only for yourself. I remember so clearly...it was Clow Cards; always the Clow Cards. But I never said anything. I would only smile and treat you as a friend, hoping we wouldn't have to fight. I was so immature, I was such a child. I knew I loved you. I knew from the moment I first laid eyes on you.
The days went on, more cards, more times for me to see you. I was in love with you, yet I feared you as well. There was nothing to be afraid of...maybe I was just scared to grow up, I entwined my fingers in Syaoran's soft hair. His chest shook with every breath he took. He was in so much pain, I couldn't stand to see him like that. I buried my face in my hands and sobbed. Why was he shot? What did he do?
A nurse walked into the room. The tests are finished, she said. He's ready for surgery.
Are you going to remove the bullet? I asked, my eyes burning from the salty tears. Will he be fine after that?
I'm afraid it's more complicated than that. The bullet went clear through his stomach. We need to remove the bullet and sew up his stomach. Also, he's bleeding internally.
I felt my cheeks burn. She said it so lifelessly. Like it didn't matter if he lived or not.
She took Syaoran off the bed and put him on a stretcher. I walked alongside her as she wheeled him down to hallway, desperately trying to keep up with the nurse's long stride. A metal door opened and she walked in. I tried to follow, but was not allowed in.
I'm sorry, sweety. You can't come in here. We can't have anyone in here except the doctors. They need their utmost concentration.
I nodded and collapsed into a chair placed against the wall. My head pounded. Syaoran, I thought. Please be okay.
I turned as I heard footsteps down the hallway.
I cried. He was wearing sweatpants and an old shirt of unknown origin. He still had on his slippers. His face was bright red and tear-streaked.
He whispered, wrapping his arms around me. My poor daughter. Thank God you're alright. I heard Syaoran was shot and feared you might have died too.
Oh, Daddy, I weeped. I'm scared. It was all too fast. Too fast... I fainted, overwhelmed by everything that happened that night.