The summer was nearing an end. The weather began to change, the wind gusts
colder. As the leaves fell, a young blue haired boy sat on his roof staring
at the sunset. It was the last place he'd expect he'd be, but he was there,
drawing the sunset, nothing mattered to him when he drew.
"I used to dislike the sunset, I used to dislike the day, but why, why am I so drawn to coming here, why am I telling myself to draw? I never had this feeling before, it's odd, and it's actually kind of warm, I think I like it. But if I, Eriol Hiragizawa like it, it's usually bad isn't it? I have to stop feeling like this, STOP!!!!"
With that sudden scream he drew crazily. He couldn't stop until the picture was complete, it was as if he'd been taken over. He hated it, but he continued to do so. It gave him a sense of satisfaction, that his life had a continued meaning.
"Done, I'm done! I'm DONE!" He began laughing hysterically, and louder as he went on. He couldn't stop this either. He felt like he couldn't control his feelings, or even more himself.
"Damn Eriol Hiragizawa, what is wrong with you!" He stood and straightened himself up. As he did, a gust of wind blew and his drawing floated away, gracefully almost.
"My drawing…it's gone, all my hard work. Gone, like everyone who I cared for, gone, just like that" It looked like he didn't care what would happen to the drawing, but he really did, his heart ached. But before he looked at where the paper floated, he forced himself to turn around and get back into his house.
Away from the Hiragizawa residence, a young purple long haired girl stood, singing to the lake, she like the boy, Eriol, also seemed lost, and singing made her feel better.
"Maybe if I pretend to be sick, Sakura will come back from Hong Kong away from Syaoran, and everything will be ok. NO! That's wrong, what's wrong with you Daidouji Tomoyo, what's wrong? ARGh!"
She was lost because of her best friend, the one she loved, Sakura, went with her lover, Syaoran to Hong Kong, and left her, alone. She felt the world had abandoned her, and no one loved her, or cared for her.
"Why do things always have to end this way? These things always happen to me!" Tomoyo collapsed to her knees. Tears fell from her face. No one heard her cries, her rants, or her songs.
"I feel so lonely…" She sang softly resting her head on the green bed of grass below her. She slowly began to close her eyes, but she forced herself to stay awake, she wanted to continue mourning. Just as her eyes were about to close shut, a piece of paper flew and landed right by her, hating littering she forced herself up and went to pick it up.
"This is beautiful!" Her eyes glistened to the amazement of the contrast and beauty of the drawing.
"I never saw anything like this before, it's so gorgeous. I wonder who drew it? I bet the person who drew this must have a beautiful mind, full of happiness and love…love that I never felt before."
Tomoyo became silent embracing the drawing. She felt connected to it. It seemed to be a part of her, and she was quite aware of this. It frightened her, she never felt so connected to anything ever before. She took the drawing, carefully placed it in her backpack and headed home.
When Tomoyo reached her home, she seemed very free, she was smiling because of that one drawing that flew to her. It was a sign to her, that something and someone is out there for her, and it gave her a better reason to strive on.
"I'm going to wait for Sakura. When she comes back, I want her to see that I am doing well, without her. She would be surprised that the Tomoyo Daidouji she known has changed, for the better."
Tomoyo ran into her home throwing her coat on the couch and running upstairs to her room with her backpack. She carefully opened it to take out the drawing. It was in perfect condition, there were no creases or smudges, so she decided to frame it. It was placed by her bed, where she sat and stared into and dreamt that she was there watching the sunset with this artist, talking about happy times. It was then she noticed the signature, it was small and was hiding by a cloud.
"E-R-I-O-L H. Eriol H? Eriol Hiragizawa! Oh my…could it really be him? I mean, it has to be, how many Eriol H's are there? Oh my…"
Astonished by her recent findings she laid on her bed glancing at the ceiling and the drawing constantly. Soon she tired and fell asleep.
"I used to dislike the sunset, I used to dislike the day, but why, why am I so drawn to coming here, why am I telling myself to draw? I never had this feeling before, it's odd, and it's actually kind of warm, I think I like it. But if I, Eriol Hiragizawa like it, it's usually bad isn't it? I have to stop feeling like this, STOP!!!!"
With that sudden scream he drew crazily. He couldn't stop until the picture was complete, it was as if he'd been taken over. He hated it, but he continued to do so. It gave him a sense of satisfaction, that his life had a continued meaning.
"Done, I'm done! I'm DONE!" He began laughing hysterically, and louder as he went on. He couldn't stop this either. He felt like he couldn't control his feelings, or even more himself.
"Damn Eriol Hiragizawa, what is wrong with you!" He stood and straightened himself up. As he did, a gust of wind blew and his drawing floated away, gracefully almost.
"My drawing…it's gone, all my hard work. Gone, like everyone who I cared for, gone, just like that" It looked like he didn't care what would happen to the drawing, but he really did, his heart ached. But before he looked at where the paper floated, he forced himself to turn around and get back into his house.
Away from the Hiragizawa residence, a young purple long haired girl stood, singing to the lake, she like the boy, Eriol, also seemed lost, and singing made her feel better.
"Maybe if I pretend to be sick, Sakura will come back from Hong Kong away from Syaoran, and everything will be ok. NO! That's wrong, what's wrong with you Daidouji Tomoyo, what's wrong? ARGh!"
She was lost because of her best friend, the one she loved, Sakura, went with her lover, Syaoran to Hong Kong, and left her, alone. She felt the world had abandoned her, and no one loved her, or cared for her.
"Why do things always have to end this way? These things always happen to me!" Tomoyo collapsed to her knees. Tears fell from her face. No one heard her cries, her rants, or her songs.
"I feel so lonely…" She sang softly resting her head on the green bed of grass below her. She slowly began to close her eyes, but she forced herself to stay awake, she wanted to continue mourning. Just as her eyes were about to close shut, a piece of paper flew and landed right by her, hating littering she forced herself up and went to pick it up.
"This is beautiful!" Her eyes glistened to the amazement of the contrast and beauty of the drawing.
"I never saw anything like this before, it's so gorgeous. I wonder who drew it? I bet the person who drew this must have a beautiful mind, full of happiness and love…love that I never felt before."
Tomoyo became silent embracing the drawing. She felt connected to it. It seemed to be a part of her, and she was quite aware of this. It frightened her, she never felt so connected to anything ever before. She took the drawing, carefully placed it in her backpack and headed home.
When Tomoyo reached her home, she seemed very free, she was smiling because of that one drawing that flew to her. It was a sign to her, that something and someone is out there for her, and it gave her a better reason to strive on.
"I'm going to wait for Sakura. When she comes back, I want her to see that I am doing well, without her. She would be surprised that the Tomoyo Daidouji she known has changed, for the better."
Tomoyo ran into her home throwing her coat on the couch and running upstairs to her room with her backpack. She carefully opened it to take out the drawing. It was in perfect condition, there were no creases or smudges, so she decided to frame it. It was placed by her bed, where she sat and stared into and dreamt that she was there watching the sunset with this artist, talking about happy times. It was then she noticed the signature, it was small and was hiding by a cloud.
"E-R-I-O-L H. Eriol H? Eriol Hiragizawa! Oh my…could it really be him? I mean, it has to be, how many Eriol H's are there? Oh my…"
Astonished by her recent findings she laid on her bed glancing at the ceiling and the drawing constantly. Soon she tired and fell asleep.