Title: Vergessen Sie Mich
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura.
Character: Touya Kinomoto, Yukito Tsukishiro, Yue
Author's Note: Well, everything is worth a try. For Auto. But of course. XD
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It was the stupid, random things that would remind him of him.
Abandoned half-eaten sandwiches, tossed aside and just begging to be finished, freshly picked strawberries, soccer, haircuts, soft, thinning sweaters (typically pastel), homework, the evening before a test, mackerel, grumbling stomachs, glasses, snow, rabbits, the empty space beside him, cookie cutters, bicycle rides accompanied by falling, drifting cherry blossoms, part-time jobs that never quite pay enough, red pens, cheektugs, trees with light weaving through its leaves, absent grandparents, tired, worn, sincere, hopeful smiles, smiles in general, pancakes.
Stupid because it happened all too often. He shouldn't think so much, not about him, not all of the time. Worrying that maybe he's fallen asleep once again or being overly friendly to someone he shouldn't.
They would catch his eye and take him away. Distracting, fulfilling, and make him miss him all the more. Because you could miss a person you cared about. You could ache for the mother who died years and years ago and you could long for the other that you saw just this morning. Time has a different role in relationships. Yesterday is decades away from now and tomorrow will be here once the second hand ticks.
It was the other moronic, random things that reminded him of him.
Silence, the eyes of a feline, doves, the Christmas song with turtle doves, even the stuffed animal, the moon, no matter the cycle, faces that try so hard to be blank, stoic, if you don't express anything than you really can't feel anything, long, white dresses (with the exception of bridal gowns), fingers on his cheek, loneliness, blue, white.
And it would confuse him. Because you shouldn't like two people, not in that way. It wasn't fair for them. But what if the circumstances were special? They were one and yet they weren't and was there another person out there that would be willing to share? He wouldn't like to himself.
It was everything else, or sometimes, that was how it seemed, that would remind him of them.
Archery, fireflies fading in and out while he could only watch, silky hair, low voices, the absence of his mother who had haunted him in the best way she could, the absence of them, the head resting against his shoulder, incomplete sentences, they have the same bangs, sacrifices, interruptions, memories, real and fake and in between.
He's sorry for being selfish, for thinking that maybe he could have both and even though he knows it's wrong, that they each desire an entire individual's devotion he can't help himself. He knows he'll give them everything he has and if that's not enough then nothing ever will be and he'd rather not know.
Fin