This newest one shot is inspired by Vanessa Carlton's hidden track, titled 'The Wreckage'.
Disclaimer:
Cardcaptor Sakura belongs to CLAMPS
and The Wreckage belongs to Vanessa Carlton
The Wreckage
"Sakura..."
Li Syaoran swallowed as he saw his wife trembling violently. Heavy panting was combined with the clear sweat, wetting her delicate skin. And her face. There was something that words could not reveal. He knew it.
"Syaoran." Sakura whispered shakily. Her tears started to fall within the silent pains of the couple. She looked deeply into her husband's amber eyes, as if asking for help to save her from her own self.
Syaoran moved his feet a step forward, but Sakura stepped back. His heart pounded as he glanced at the sharp blade in her right hand, shining in a dismay. He let out a frightened favor, "Sakura, please."
Sakura shook her head. She tightened her grip on the blade handle. "No, don't come near me, Syaoran." Her face stung from a restrained wail. This had happened a lot of times. Piece of memory made her realize this. And she could not go through this anymore.
"Please listen to me, Sakura. I can explain." Insistence in his voice grew high. This was all his fault. If only he...
"Put it down, baby." He breathed. His sight was still glued on her hand. Heck, no. He would not let this happen to her!
Sakura creeped slowly to the honey-coloured door which led to the garden where they parked cars. Her left hand fumbled down for the door knob.
She was aware, that it was really funny; how she could perfectly recall this house of her parents', but not the people. When her parents still had been alive and she had still been Touya's sister.
Touya... She did not deserve him for a brother.
No. She had to end this.
"I'm sorry, Syaoran." She whispered before disappeared from his sight.
He was frozen. His body could not respond to the disarray. He screamed to reach her in his brain, to shake her body, to make her realize that this was not her fault. Instead it was his to bear.
He snapped himself back. His amber orbs widened in fright. "Sakura."
He burst out of their house frantically to find the nonexistence of her red Lexus. He reached his phone and called the first person came up in his mind.
"What is it, brat?"
"Touya, Sakura's gone. She is running away." He said quickly while getting inside his own car and turning on the machine.
Touya got what it meant directly. He knew that this was going to happen sooner or later and he could not blame this brat. Syaoran had already been through a lot. "I got it. I will call Tomoyo and Yukito to help."
Syaoran was sliding fast while trying to dial Sakura's number. His eyes were distant. He whispered to the air drifting into the car, "Please, Sakura. Let me explain."
Her body still trembled. The tears of her eyes seemed endless. She still could not believe this.
How much had Syaoran borne all this time? The pains, the agony and the impairment of hers. It was like a siren in her head.
She screamed at the top of her lungs. "Syaoran, no."
He had tried to keep her glass unbroken. He only wanted to protect her from herself. But the only thing she could do was hurting him.
Those times when she forgot herself, him, her family and her friends. Those times when all she did was going back to the past. Those times when she betrayed him by sleeping with some other man.
It was a sin. And he did not deserve this.
She pumped the gas pedal deeper. The other cars in the highway seemed blurred by her crystal tears. She was speeding into her horizon. The rhythm of the engine made her much into emptiness.
She glanced into her cellphone ringing in the dashboard. She reached and held it into her ear. She could hear that reassuring voice welcomed her.
"Sakura, please listen to me." She heard Syaoran's panic voice at the other side.
"Don't do this to yourself, Syaoran." She tensed.
"You did not do that, Sakura. Listen to me." Syaoran yelled frustratedly. "It was your Alzheimer, not you."
"You did not betray me, Sakura."
Betrayal. That was what she did. No matter how much he blamed the Alzheimer, she still could not help the fact. She had tainted their marriage.
She saw the number rising from 140 to 180 on the speedometer.
"I'm sorry, Syaoran." She whispered, sending terror to her husband.
She dropped her phone. Her hands loosened from the steer. The headlights were coming to her, blinding her vision.
She felt her body flying in slow motion. The damp wind blew her auburn hair; and it was ripping through the scenery.
She was speeding into the horizon.
Syaoran blinked as he heard the deafening sound, followed by the disconnection of his call to Sakura. His whole being was inactive. Suddenly he could not feel the blood running through his vein.
"No, Sakura." He muttered weakly. Teardrops dampened his face. "No."
"No."
The rhythm of the engine sent him to the dark wreckage.