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Greensleeves
Alas my love you do me wrong
To cast me off discourteously
For I have loved you well and long
Delighting in your company
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
And who but my lady Greensleeves
The sunlight shone weakly through the dark windows of the mansion on the edge of Tomoeda, Japan. Sitting besides the dark and dusty windows was Eriol. The young and ancient sorcerer sat in the corner of the room, a photograph album on his lap. His dark blue locks fell into his eyes as the boy bent over the album, tenderly touching the face of a girl that he held so dear to his heart. Her dark eyes were happy, photographed next to a beautiful girl that was her best friend. Her long hair was unbound, the dark violet waves flowing to her slender hips. Tomoyo-chan.
Your vows you've broken, like my heart
Oh, why did you enrapture me?
Now I remain a world apart
But my heart remains in captivity
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
And who but my lady Greensleeves
His heart, sealed for so long, had been thawed by his dear Tomoyo. Radiant, beautiful, mature beyond her years. But she did not return his affections. A tear leaked unnoticed, past the fortresses that Eriol had so cautiously built around himself. Hidden, year after year, under the mask of a handsome face and a mocking manner. But his eyes had pleaded with hers so many times, and so many times her gaze grew cold upon him. And yet he could not force himself not to love her. His heart was hers, in a cruel grip that he could not pry apart.
They were always so close, yet so far, miles and miles. He wished he could touch her face, her hair, and show her how much he could give her.
But her heart was not his. It was in the unknowing Sakura's hand. No, he could not hate Sakura for having the affection of his beloved. It was not her fault that Tomoyo gave her secret longing looks. Sakura did not know how much Tomoyo loved her.
But he was bitter that he had lost his heart so completely.
I have been ready at your hand
To grant whatever you crave
I have both wagered life and land
Your love and goodwill to have
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
And who but my lady Greensleeves
He had always been there, yet she did not realize. All her attention was on Sakura. I could give her so much, yet never enough. Beloved Tomoyo, how I love you so. I would do anything, if you'd love me. He was crying. He never cried. But he did now. His heart was breaking in slow agony.
If you intend thus to disdain
It does the more to enrapture me
And even so, I still remain
A lover in captivity
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
And who but my lady Greensleeves
My men were clothed all in green
And they did ever wait on thee
All this gallant to be seem
And yet thou wouldst not love me
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
And who but my lady Greensleeves
Thou couldst desire no earthly thing
But still thou hadst it readily
Thy music still to play and sing
And yet thou wouldst not love me
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
And who but my lady Greensleeves
He did not know how long he was there. Time slid past and yet he remained in his library.
"Eriol?"
Silence.
"I don't want to talk, Sakura." His voice was broken. Never had Sakura seen the sorcerer in such pain.
"I'm sorry." Sakura said softly.
"Now you can leave." His voice was cold. She winced.
"I'm not sorry being here. I'm here because you need me. You won't admit it. But I know. We're your friends."
"Then what are you sorry for?" he asked, bitterly.
Silence.
"I'm sorry for...Tomoyo loving me."
"What?!?" Sweet, childish, clueless Sakura? How did she perceive this? Nothing made sense. His head and his heart hurt.
"I know everyone thinks I'm a child. I wish I could be. But I'm not. I'm not stone blind, I'm not stupid. Even Tomoyo thinks I'm dense. But the point is, I can see a lot more than you give me credit for. And...I see you love her." Her voice was never so mature, so knowing. "The point is, I want to help."
"How...?" he spluttered, still processing.
She took his hand. So cold. Sakura was hurt, as she was whenever her friends suffered.
"She doesn't love me like that. She thinks she does, but I sense that has been over long ago. I was just the first one to show her what love was. She's lonely. It's not the right sort of love." She paused. "But she will love you, I think, and she will find true love with you."
For the first time in years, Eriol felt hope blossom, a tiny flame in his heart.
Well, I will pray to God on high
That thou my constancy mayst see
And that yet once before I die
Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight
Greensleeves was my heart of gold
And who but my lady Greensleeves
"I have to leave to England," he said to Tomoyo, Sakura, and Syaoran, gathered at the airport. "I...need to...find myself." He shook hands with Syaoran, a silent truce. "Dear little descendant," he said, trying to joke, "Look after Sakura and Tomoyo." Syaoran did not even frown. Instead, he was sad. "Goodbye, Hii – I mean, Eriol-kun."
"Goodbye Sakura," he said hugging her. He whispered in her ear, "Thank you Saku-chan, so much." "Always Eriol-kun." She smiled knowingly, laughing softly, if sadly.
"Goodbye, Tomoyo-chan," he uttered quietly. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, lightly, sadly. He gave her a small hug and a small smile, and disappeared into the crowds.
Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu
To God I pray to prosper thee
For I am still thy lover true
Come once again and love me
