Disclamer: Card captor Sakura don't and will never belong to me.
Well, I have written this on a whim at midnight, so tell me what you think.I am sorry for any mistake but English isn't my first language and as I have no one to double check me well.
Little pink box
She couldn't let it go.
How could she? It was the only time when the pain left.
They were the only memories where she was happy. No more.
It was the past now, but she never left it behind. It still lived on in her heart, like a bleeding wound, reminding her of what was lost, of better times.
It was different then. She was someone else, someone she isn't today; herself.
All those memories, they were tormenting her. Not in her sleep, no, her dreams were expressing other torments; the pain that is making her prisoner of this past. No, the memories were always there: when she walked in this city, the one she had left behind, when she saw children coming out of school, laughing, when she saw young blossoming love...everytime...everywhere.
How could she live like this? Would have things been the same if she had made other choices? Why couldn't she let go? No regrets they had promised to each other when they had to split ways, each person of their little group going towards their dreams, their future.
It isn't the end they had all promised, our friendship is strong and will live on they had vowed. How could they have known? How childish, how innocent... Like the others, she hadn't known things could change so fast, how one could miss the past days so much, the sunny smiles, the sweet naive proofs of friendship, the warm feeling of comfort, the sleepless nights of talking and even crying.
It was not to be again. Things had changed so much. But still, memories tormented her, even though she lived on. Why couldn't she let it go? Move on? Put it in the good memories to keep you warm inside on rainy days? Now, older, somehow wiser but having lost this hope and faith, this twinkle in her eyes. Not cold, never cold, still smiling all the time, still beautiful, still talented, but now lost in the past.
Funny, she hadn't thought she would be the one like this, the one wanting to go back to those days, even with the loss it include. She hadn't thought she would watch all those memories in her head and tell them to no one in particular with a lost stare in her eyes. No more.
She had found a way to live on with her life: putting the memories in a box and keeping them at bay so they wouldn't torment her in the harsh light of the day. Make new memories to keep you warm inside and move on, let go of the past, stop the bleeding inside. Maybe when it will be scarred, she will be able to open the little pink coloured box and look at the memories without getting lost.
Looking around as she walked down the street of Tomoeda, 27 year old Tomoyo recalled everything, putting it in the specially made box. Maybe they were right, maybe you could never go back home
Well, I have written this on a whim at midnight, so tell me what you think.I am sorry for any mistake but English isn't my first language and as I have no one to double check me well.
Little pink box
She couldn't let it go.
How could she? It was the only time when the pain left.
They were the only memories where she was happy. No more.
It was the past now, but she never left it behind. It still lived on in her heart, like a bleeding wound, reminding her of what was lost, of better times.
It was different then. She was someone else, someone she isn't today; herself.
All those memories, they were tormenting her. Not in her sleep, no, her dreams were expressing other torments; the pain that is making her prisoner of this past. No, the memories were always there: when she walked in this city, the one she had left behind, when she saw children coming out of school, laughing, when she saw young blossoming love...everytime...everywhere.
How could she live like this? Would have things been the same if she had made other choices? Why couldn't she let go? No regrets they had promised to each other when they had to split ways, each person of their little group going towards their dreams, their future.
It isn't the end they had all promised, our friendship is strong and will live on they had vowed. How could they have known? How childish, how innocent... Like the others, she hadn't known things could change so fast, how one could miss the past days so much, the sunny smiles, the sweet naive proofs of friendship, the warm feeling of comfort, the sleepless nights of talking and even crying.
It was not to be again. Things had changed so much. But still, memories tormented her, even though she lived on. Why couldn't she let it go? Move on? Put it in the good memories to keep you warm inside on rainy days? Now, older, somehow wiser but having lost this hope and faith, this twinkle in her eyes. Not cold, never cold, still smiling all the time, still beautiful, still talented, but now lost in the past.
Funny, she hadn't thought she would be the one like this, the one wanting to go back to those days, even with the loss it include. She hadn't thought she would watch all those memories in her head and tell them to no one in particular with a lost stare in her eyes. No more.
She had found a way to live on with her life: putting the memories in a box and keeping them at bay so they wouldn't torment her in the harsh light of the day. Make new memories to keep you warm inside and move on, let go of the past, stop the bleeding inside. Maybe when it will be scarred, she will be able to open the little pink coloured box and look at the memories without getting lost.
Looking around as she walked down the street of Tomoeda, 27 year old Tomoyo recalled everything, putting it in the specially made box. Maybe they were right, maybe you could never go back home