Reflect My Heart: The Next Chapter
By: Sammie AKA Ruby Moon
Meilin smiled and gently wiped away his tears. "I love you too...and I'll do anything for you...and I'll always be with you...always."
Li sobbed in horror as part of him denied what had come to be...
and his tears told a story...of love once held, but now lost...
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A dawn of darkness that overcomes mind,
Body, Heart and Soul,
To think that a warm heart,
Could ever have come from someone so cold.
Now, evil has taken it's prey,
And tears are shed,
The blind and deaf,
by evil's hands, are lead.
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((A/N: This is basically a mass of sorrow and depression. I wrote it for people to get into the swing of things before I start the real stuff. Sorry this took so long in the making I was sick for quite some time. Anyway, this is the continuation of Reflect My Heart (well duh) Please don't flame me for being a meilin/li fan. thanks, oh, and another thing. The poem doesn't quite seem clear at first but later it will tie in with the story. CardCaptors doesn't belong to me I'm just some really pathetic fan who doesn't have a life so I just write these things to pass time. Alright? On with the fic! PLEASE REVIEW!))
Goodbye.
It was a word none of them wanted to mutter or to face...
But they did.
They had to.
It was a small group, mixed feelings spinning around tormented minds as they stared across the small distance at a small, white, marble stone.
A god-damned stone that marked a destiny and a future none of them wanted to accept.
It was as if they were all staring into the unfathomable torrents of fate itself, sailing into dark oblivion on the small raft of life, with no power to control where they were going...or their own destiny.
So what would happen now?
What is going to happen now? To all of them?
It was a small gathering, small. As if forces beyond seeing didn't want attention to be drawn to her death.
Her death.
Death...was a reality.
Li had it with reality. He had dealt with it all his life and what was handed to him was nothing but heartbreak.
He struggled.
That was the word, struggled...struggled with a war.
A war since the day of his birth.
A war that rested inside his heart.
At first it was a conflict which progressed into a fight which progressed into a battle which now ignited into a war.
Part of him was weighed down with an unspeakable sorrow, a sorrow that couldn't be put into words or actions...a sorrow that manifested itself in tears and sobs until he coughed up blood.
And the other part of him was resentful.
A resent that burned with anger, red, bloody anger that blinded his sight until he couldn't see or think or do anything but stand there and feel the anger eating away at him like a parasite.
He wanted to scream.
To let out his frustrations.
As if the very essences of his emotions would flee with the words as they passed through his trembling lips and he would never be able to feel anything ever again.
And Li had held his emotions in too much.
They were stuffed in a box, a bottle, a confine which was cracking and smoldering with each passing second as he felt people around him comforting him and each other in vain and as the mental war raged on in his mind and as he stared at Meilin's Gravestone.
Meilin's Gravestone...
"MEILIN!" He screamed.
He hoped in vain. He hoped in vain just like every other emotion. He had hated in vain and longed in vain and loved in vain and now he hoped in vain.
Because his heavy sorrow and burning anger never fled...they just grew.
Li was overwhelmed. His young mind and heart, however tested and worn they were, couldn't comprehend the meaning of true death and loss untill now.
So he killed his concouse. He could almost envision himself thrusting a knife through it, letting it's life-giving blood seep to the ground and stain his feet. He let it slip through his weakening grasp and became oblivious to anything but the feelings that tore at him.
He barely felt his weak body collapse, his tears stream down his face....
Anger...pain...fear...hurt...sorrow...depression...
anger, pain, fear, hurt, sorrow, depression.
anger.pain.fear.hurt.sorrow.depression.
They all meld into one mass of swirling darkness and horror.
He was staring at darkness that seemed to be the only thing that was real, the only thing he could turn to because it was always there.
So he stepped into the whirlpool of nightmares...
and barely remembered his sight clouded by darkness and his mind grow blank as he slowly passed out, his eyes falling on words written in stone, final and decisive, as if an invisible force was taunting him before darkness could totally overtake his mind...
In Memory of Meilin Rae.