Edge
By SMYGO4EVA
They were false entities of the real Syaoran and Sakura, the names only distorted mirrors to the ones who shared the same namesake.
Perhaps the false Syaoran would have let her live if she, the false Sakura had told him how she felt sooner, even amidst the bloodshed in the battle of crossing swords. That was the only thought in her mind then.
It seemed as if time, though too cruel to stop, had been frozen at that exact moment. The crimson painted blade had bit into her soul and it hurt her more than she could have imagined.
It was not because of the blade itself but because it was him who had held the blade in the first place.
The false Sakura weakly looked up into the false Syaoran's wide heterochromatic eyes, frozen in shock and horror, as she felt tears spilling from her own.
She knew that it was weak of her to let him see her cry; where had her will to live and her dream gone in this world existing in dreams? This vision was not to be, but it was necessary so fate would be placed once more in the time-space.
Of course, courage didn't matter in a world of darkness.
The false Sakura continued to look into his wavering eyes even as tears continued to cloud her own.
Such beautifully wavering blue and chocolate brown eyes; they were so steel like the last they had crossed paths, in the word of Tokyo, so soulless. Those eyes were colder than the eternal winter that had come with the truth of his true self.
He was of the darkness, she knew that, but she knew that it would never fully claim him; his eyes were blue and brown, not black, and they mirrored his indecision.
In the end his fate had been sealed for him. She knew that, and that was the same for her; both of their lives had been mapped out for them. Even as she felt herself slipping away, her soul becoming fleeting cherry blossom petals, she felt sorry for the one who tortured not only her, but the magician, the warrior, the endearing white creature, and the real Syaoran.
In the end crimson blood and crystalline tears clouded her vision. The false Sakura moved toward the false Syaoran as the final darkness crept closer towards her.
"Even if we are just creations... we are the same... if those two keep on living…it won't end...I…love y..." She whispered to him, but he did not hear.
Her final thoughts had dispersed when her form had become cherry blossoms, rising to the blood-red sky, as though ascending to the border of both heaven and hell. The last of the flower petals escapes from the false Syaoran's fingers, almost evaporating as his eyes stay fixed on his hands, as if trying to conjure Sakura's touch once again.
A moment, and his eyes waver at the realization – his Sakura was no more.
He clenched his fist, his head down as he screamed into the blackness of the twilight that would soon envelop him.
Life was too short for those two beings and they were at the edge of both heaven and hell.