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Until I Find the Light

Prologue

It had been several hours since he left his home. He came home, walking by himself, and standing there in front his house, he suddenly wondered why there were no lights on. It was few hours after dusk but the house was dark and silence was deafening.

He opened the gate and it made its usual creaking sound, a sign of antiquity. The dark-haired man walked towards the door and still, no one came in his sight. 'They must be out,' he thought.

Usually, when he opened the gate, the housekeepers would come out and welcome him home. His little girl would come running towards him and hug his legs.

But no, none of the usual welcome greeting happened. He scowled slightly at this, but shrugged it off quickly. He just continued opening the door and his suspicions were proven, no one was around. Though, he wondered why all of them would leave at the same time.

He continued to the dark living room and found it empty as well. He just went to the long, and seemingly endless, marble staircase. The man climbed quietly, light footsteps echoing as he continued.

He looked into the hallway, still, there was no one around and no sound could be heard. He decided to go to the master's bedroom to check if his wife was home. It was Saturday and he remembered her telling him that she would be home all day. She even promised him some naughty things. He smiled as he remembered that playful smile on his pink-haired woman.

He made his way towards the end of the hall and, there, he stood in front the big door. He reached for the brass knob but was stopped when he heard light sobs coming from inside the room. He got worried in an instant and quickly opened the door.

From the doorway, he saw a lump under the silk sheets of the four-poster bed, behind the white, lacy curtains. He stood there, watching the lump as it jerk from time to time, due to crying.

'Why is she crying?' he asked himself, moving towards the bed.

He stood at the side and he raised his hand to shove the lacy curtain as gently as he could. He bent forward and reached for the cream-colored blanket. He lifted the sheets of the person and there he found an all-broken pink-haired lady.

"Sakura," he whispered in a quiet voice.

But he was surprised when she didn't seem to notice him. He wondered if she was too caught up with her crying that she didn't even turn to him.

She was lying on her side, curled up into a ball as if it was the only way she could protect herself from her surrounding. She was crying so hard, tears staining her beautiful face. Her eyes were closed, hiding her beautiful green orbs that he always loved. The tears continued to flow from her tightly, shut eyes.

Her shoulders were shaking from crying and the man couldn't help but feel bad for her. Never in his life he saw the woman break down the way he was seeing her that moment. He wanted to console her as her husband but he knew he was not good in those kinds of things. He decided to lie there beside her and take her in his arms. He won't ask anymore because talking about what was making her cry would hurt her even more. At least he knew that…

He reached for the few pink locks that strayed on her face. But when he shoved his hand in her hair, his hand past through her. He repeated the action and it happened yet again.

'I must be dreaming…this is definitely a dream.' He told himself.

He slapped his left cheek to see if it would hurt, even if it were not like him at all, he had to do it. (For the sake of ending a bad dream.) It didn't hurt. He tried again and it didn't hurt either. He made a victory dance, in his mind of course, and said, "Of course it is a dream."

He closed his eyes chanting, "End this dream world." over and over again.

But upon opening his eyes, he found himself rooted on the same spot and standing there like a statue.

'This isn't a dream. But how?' he asked himself, confusion running through his genius mind.

He tilted his head downwards and watched his wife for a moment. He noticed that she was wearing black dress, her hands holding a picture frame. The photo of their wedding…

"Sakura," he repeated but she didn't even budge. He called her again, louder and louder each time. But it was no use, she wouldn't move a bit. She was still lying there, crying herself out like there was no tomorrow. Drowning in tears.

"W-why did you have…to leave?" the woman mumbled, tears continued to streak her scarlet-painted cheeks.

The man was silent, his eyes never blinked. He stood there contemplating on the words she spoke just then. It was coming to him at that moment. Flashes of memory flooded his mind. Memory of a week ago, the memories before he…before he met a car accident. It struck him then…that the few hours he said he left was supposed to be that day. And he realized, that he had not long, passed away.

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