Disclaimer-I do not own CCS. But I own Rai.
Flashback
Thinking…
"Speaking"
YELLING
P.S. This story takes place in a world where medicine isn't very developed.
10 Flowers
Rai was sick. He couldn't eat or drink anything.
Tomoyo looked down at her older brother on the bed. She said nothing.
Her brother was too weak to speak. She didn't want to remind him of that fact.
She carefully patted her brother's head and fluffed the pillow.
Tomoyo was on the verge of tears. She needed to hit something.
A vase filled with irises caught her eye.
They're the reason we're in this mess!
Tomoyo smashed at it with all her might.
The vase went to pieces on the floor. As she looked at the fallen irises, memories flooded back.
"Rai, can you get some irises for me someday?" 4 year-old Tomoyo said.
Everyone knew that Tomoyo's favorite flower was an iris.
"Sure." Rai said.
He had to wait until my seventh birthday.
Where's Rai? said Tomoyo.
Mom said "He's out to get something for you."
Imagine little Tomoyo when she saw Rai collapsed in the rain when they walked to pick up the birthday cake.
Rai was picking up Tomoyo's irises.
That was why Rai was here.
He never recovered from that cold, and it was getting worse.
They couldn't afford a doctor, so the family kept hoping that Rai would get better. He didn't.
Rai's last verbal wish was for Tomoyo to get irises.
Tomoyo hated irises now.
She was crying as she left the room.
***
That night, Rai died.