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Drop in the Ocean: a collection
by Hally Dang
Drops in the Ocean is a collection of drabbles and vignettes all involving Eriol, Tomoyo and explores their relationship—sometimes platonic, sometimes romantic. There is no order to these chapters and they are not connected in any way unless otherwise specified. Each chapter is meant to stand on its own and read seperately.
Please feel free to jump around, reading chapters that sound interesting to you. Enjoy!
One: bathing in artificial light
If Tomoyo was a color, it would be ephemeral, passionate violet. She was malleable and warm like the tint of rich red wine as you hold it up to the light: translucent and enigmatic. He knew that she would never stay the same way for more than a moment, as a colored stone would transform itself in order to respond to various flickers of light. And she was beautiful that way—existing in a state of utter mutiny, yet she was still herself. She was everything, and everything was Tomoyo.
It must be very difficult for her, Eriol knew, to live this life, to exist yet not at the same instant. She was never there, her face merely a façade. On days when she was wholly broken, she glowed even brighter. Then on those rare days she was genuinely joyful, she cried.
And how much he wanted to break beneath that surface, to find the pigments of truth under her skin.
Yet that intimacy he longed for was reserved for only one person; someone who was more vivacious than a spring day, someone who lighted up the room like the summer sun. Tomoyo bathed within that light and in it she thrived. She sparkled as she could never sparkle for anyone else.
Eriol looked at her again. He studied those great amethyst eyes and saw only a lost, tragic soul. And how much he wanted to be her light—even if it was an artificial light to give her life again.