Scarlet Dawn (Mattino Scarlatto)
Overwhelming
sensations, which she couldn't help but feel, were crossing her mind since
months. The sorrow sword hung over Kinomoto Sakura, who had awoken early ,
peeping out to a leaden dawn, which turned red by chance, anytime the rising
sun rays pierced the cloudy blankets.
*It's
not an usual color for sunrise* , she thought, while the cold breeze of the winter morning was caressing
her cheeks. The road her window overlooked was empty, and yet she felt like
seeing the shape of a guy, possibly a memory's ghost, or else an unforgettable
presence...
*Just like
Mummy.…*
She sat
down in a chair at the writing desk , crossing
her legs and letting her bare right
foot stretch out and kick
playfully the wall.
She wore a
pinky night-gown.
Her
hair front bangs tenderly hung down her
forehead, which made her gracefully shift them, occasionally.
She softly
opened her childhood diary, the one with the Teddy-Bear cover Erioru-kun had
presented to her, ten years ago. He had also presented her with a tape of his
piano performance.. she remembered it with a melancholic joy.
She was
pretending to avoid the issue of her inner regret, as if she was hesitating in
front of its bosom friend's doorbell. Sakura didn't dare to enter that room. So
odd..she thought every moment of her feelings towards the chinese guy, but she had someway repress all her memories of him, filled with words and
flashes of life they had shared beside
their mutual friends, a long long time ago,their ordinary life merged in a
magical world.. She couldn't recall his friend's face, without starting to cry
hopelessly, feared by her desire, never-ever realized.
She bent
down, and leant her right ear on the wooden desk, her eyes reading stealthily
the pages narrating the 13th July happenings, in 1998. It was
Syaoran's birthday, and she had not dared to give him the birthday present she
had bought: a wolfish key holder. Tomoyo had tried to convince her friend not
to be so shy: to no avail.
It had been
always the same old story, about her not succeeding to show him what she felt.
So he had left to Hong-Kong, and now she missed him. She regretted all the time
she had made him become even more puzzled, after he had confessed her his
feelings, when she had surely become the new consecrated Clow Card master.
He had not
dared to talk to her easy, since he had exposed what he could no more suffer to
be concealed.
They both
were shy, and destiny had made its way.
He was so
far, every day was pitched-dark.
But she
couldn't forget, that morning when she had closed her heart in her left palm,
then letting it open, to show Syaoran a
shell, causing him to smile in the sunset light.
It was on
the seashore, their school trip last day, maybe the last time she had seen him
smile, apart from the airport time, when he had left for good, and she had not
even that time succeeded in giving him the teddy-bear of love she had made by
her own. She would have possibly regretted it for all her life. But she still
had his smile, and she didn't recall his face smiling bride, not to waste the
magic of their hidden lost world.
*Gomen-nasai*,
she uttered. * For the times I made you feel abandoned, 'cause I did not want to.The
same as
you.But
now…I feel alone, don't you?*
C & C
are welcome.Consider this as a mini-thiny-sad ffic.
