Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura.
Chapter 1.
"This is the last call for flight number EB 7541, departing New York to Tokyo. All the passengers must be boarded on the plane. Once again this is the last …" The airport broadcast diffused into the background. "Haaa…" I sighed softly and leaned into my seat. My name is Sakura Kinomoto. I am 27 years old and as of today, I am permanently leaving New York – my beloved home for three years marriage with a man. As of yesterday, all the legal bindings between us were dissolved. I was no longer his wife just like how he was no longer my husband. We divorced and decided to go our separate ways.
Looking down at the glorious city as the plane ascended, I noticed the luminous points shimmering in the darkness. Lights in the blackness… Yes, at one point he was my light – beautiful rays of sunshine and absolute love. However, sunny days cannot exist perpetually. There is never an eternal beam of light – it is bound to be obscured by malicious clouds that harbor rain and thunder.
And so does love.
"Sakura! Sakura!" I heard a familiar voice calling my name. Straining my ears in the boisterous crowd of Tokyo airport, I tried to find the source of this voice. I looked around, until I found the person. "Touya!" I shouted as I ran towards him. He had his arms wide open, ready to give me a crushing squeeze. I immediately leaped into his embrace. After a minute of chocking hug, my brother released me. "I missed you Sakura, you monster." He pinched my nose slightly. "Me too, you abusive brother." I replied with a hearty grin. It has been too long. I have been away for too long.
The drive home was peaceful. We chatted and updated each other. I learnt that my sister-in-law was six months pregnant with their first child. I learnt that their baby is a healthy boy. I learnt that father was still passionately teaching at Todai University.
Touya learnt that I had quit my job at New York. He learnt that I left the city for good. And he realized that I did not come back to Tokyo for a mere holiday.
He knew that my marriage was over.
