Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura, nor any characters therein. I also do not own the words written in italics, nor the lyrics Can't Stop, by Jacksoul.


I can't stop loving you babe
It's so pitch black in this place
And I start scaring myself
I start to question my own mental health...
The cherry blossoms melted slowly into waves of thick liquid, trails of smoke snaking through the air. A rich smell greeted him. The potion was almost done. Lowering his head slowly, pools of silver hair slipped from his shoulder. His reflection rippled within the crimson red liquid, troubled until it settled and smoothed, like glass.
Though his reflection looked undisturbed, inside was an entirely different story.
Inside, he was loosing control.
Closing his eyes, his mind wandered back into her arms, soft and supple as they weaved him closer...
Her scent had lit the air about him, and his body reacted the way it always did when she was near. Intoxicated, he had touched her every curve with his eyes. Within his thoughts, she seemed to curl about his cold limbs, warming them with silky lips. Each memory brought the liquid potion before him quickly to a boil.

I can't stop loving you, baby...

His pale eyes opened.

Have you ever loved something so bad?

The concoction was bubbling now, hot drops splattering his cheeks. He did not pull back, the heady taste of her skin still tantalizing on his tongue.
With concentration etched along his sharp features, he began to chant softly. The red potion eased into rolling waves, lapping the sides of the pot dangerously. The night was becoming thick with heat, sweat beading on his ashen skin. Soon, the moon would disappear, and the spell would be rendered useless.
Suddenly, his voice ceased, He reached out a tentative finger to test his creation. The red liquid was now completely frozen to the touch. His fingertips ran carefully over the solid surface, inspecting his handy work.
It would do.
He did not notice his breaths were shallow, nor that he had to pause until the dizzying effects of what he was about to do reseeded. His only focus was on conjuring up the image he desired most. His eyes burned into the clear glass, as if the vision of her could not be conveyed another way but through the fire in them. Slowly, the frozen glass rippled, but by his will alone.
Be gone from my mind, He called for the spell to settle.
Be gone from my thoughts, His voice was barely above a whisper.
Be gone from me, He continued. An image appeared then, in the red glass. It was the image of a young woman, her face peaceful and soft as she slept.
The name trickled from his lips like the sweet wine of her skin.




I've avoided it for so long.
Contact with another person.
People pass away and leave without warning.
I don't want any more painful memories.
I have decided to be alone.
As it was meant to be...