Eh…this is just a short little something that came to my head. Pretty much plotless. Still, reviews would be nice :)
FadedxMemories
Syaoran stared morosely at the two old teddy bears sitting next to each other on the shelf near his bed. One was plain and made by him. It had been meticulously made with careful stitching and was somewhat dirty from years of being carried around. The other had been made by her. Her stitches had been messy and haphazard, partly from her lack of skill and partly from her rush to finish it on time. Its once white wings had gray smudges on them. Those two teddy bears were nearly a century old now, yet he would never throw them away.
Though he couldn't see them from his vantage point, both bears had been re-stitched over and over, whenever a seam had split or a hole had formed. Neither he nor his wife had wanted to throw them away; those bears were too special. Each time a tear had appeared, one of them would lovingly stitch the wound shut and place the bear back onto the shelf, always next to each other. The bears were inseparable; it seemed like a crime to remove one of them now.
Unfortunately, fate hadn't thought that way when it had brutally torn apart the bears' namesakes. Syaoran could still feel her cheery presence, and sometimes he imagined he could hear her voice calling out to him.
He had stopped allowing people to call him 'Syaoran' after she died. He knew it was silly, but it was one of the only ways he could think of to keep her memory fresh in his mind. He shut his eyes. Her bright emerald green eyes set in a pale face with an ever-present smile. Short brown hair that, even as a teen, she sometimes wore in what had been her trademark style. Now, of course, that style was incredibly childish. She wore that hairstyle now.
Yue and Keroberos had both mourned before he had sealed them both into the Book of Sakura. Sometimes he missed their company, but he knew that they had to wait for the next master or mistress of the Sakura Cards.
He too had given up magic at this point. It was okay, he figured, he had taught his children and even his grandchildren the magical arts, as had she. It was okay for him to give that up now. His body wasn't as strong as it had been when they were ten, anyway.
Still, there were times where he missed those days. Those days when they had been young and innocent. Those days where they had spent their time going to school and catching Clow Cards, and later on changing them into Sakura Cards. Those days when Tomoyo giggled and filmed their adventures and had given him love advice.
Those days were over. Tomoyo had passed on, after retiring from her incredibly successful fashion business. Meilin had stopped talking to him after she got married, but he had still gone to her funeral. Yamazaki and Chiharu had moved away. He had lost touch with them, too, though he guessed that, if they were still alive, Yamazaki was still telling his tall tales. Kaho and Eriol had been gone for many years at this point. He didn't quite miss either of them. At least, that's what he tried to tell himself.
None of that really mattered to him. Sakura had passed away. His Sakura. His cherry blossom, who had always supported him and loved him. The one who he had once tried so hard to hate, only to fall in love with. He missed her.
The only remnant of their relationship, besides his weekly visits to her grave, were the two teddy bears sitting on his shelf.
They seemed to smile at him from where they sat, leaning against each other.
"Everything will be all right."
And things would be. He believed her words, her last words to him.