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prologue. People, thank you sooooo much!!!! * hugs * It really got this
lazy bum to work in this humble little first chapter, I hope you like it as
well. Again, and wording or grammar error please point it out to me, I´m
learning English while writing this. Thank you for taking you precious time
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Diclaimer: I´m broke. I don´t own anything, except my own soul, at least until I die.
Kiss of Glass
Chapter one: Yue´s vigil
The rooftop is my favorite place to muse, because I get a quiet place to do so and at the same time, the beautiful sight of the city in the last hours of the night, a great combination of elements that somewhat subdues the inner turmoil I´m in now, tough it´s not a bad one. I´m just surprised with the turn of events of tonight, that´s all. So that´s why I just stand here, watching without truly seeing the street lights fading in the dawn, reminiscing.
* * *
I sat very still, using the night as my cover up, feeling the coolness of the air tingling on my skin as I peered into my beloved´s bedroom. I was hidden among the branches of that tree that stands near her window, like every other night, just to watch her sleep and be the unnoticed guardian of her dreams.
She was currently writing on her diary, probably about stuff she did with Syaoran or the new dresses Tomoyo kept doing for her even now. Talk about persistence. Well, the bottom line was that whatever she wrote on it, it would never be about me. Why would she, if I was so cold and distant to her? I sighed. This really wasn´t the best moment to ponder such things, I would get to do that later. Now I didn´t want to think about how out of reach she is to me, how my frustration grows day to day because the place I want to fill in her life is already taken. I have to keep reminding myself all this constantly as my mind is always trying to shake off that fact, suspending itself between reality and fantasy, searching for a way to change the first to make it more like the latter. I can´t help it, to feel this way, despite the selfishness on it. But there´s no way either I´d shatter her happiness just for this stupid dream I have of us togheter.
Sakura, oblivious as she was of my dark thoughts as well as my presence, kept on writing for a while longer, leaning in her desk and occasionally bringing her left hand to her brow to keep her bangs out of her eyes.
I closed my own, taking a sharp breath and enjoying the peace of this moment before it would go away, she was but a few feet away from me and we were alone. There were few times we were alone and she´d be awake.. When I opened my eyes again, Sakura was closing the little book, proceeding afterwards to replace it in its hiding spot before staring out of the window, deep in thought. From the expression on her face I could tell something was off tonight.
As I was too immersed in my impressions pondering why there was that hint of melancholy in her eyes I failed to grasp the fact that she was walking towards the window until I heard the sound of it being opened, and the sound of her voice.
".Yue?"
* * *
Yes, she called me. In fact, she knew I was there from the beginning, as she said so later. So now, I´ll go to Yukito´s house to get some rest and for the first time in decades I´ll have actually something to dream about. I can feel myself smiling. Perhaps.
Diclaimer: I´m broke. I don´t own anything, except my own soul, at least until I die.
Kiss of Glass
Chapter one: Yue´s vigil
The rooftop is my favorite place to muse, because I get a quiet place to do so and at the same time, the beautiful sight of the city in the last hours of the night, a great combination of elements that somewhat subdues the inner turmoil I´m in now, tough it´s not a bad one. I´m just surprised with the turn of events of tonight, that´s all. So that´s why I just stand here, watching without truly seeing the street lights fading in the dawn, reminiscing.
* * *
I sat very still, using the night as my cover up, feeling the coolness of the air tingling on my skin as I peered into my beloved´s bedroom. I was hidden among the branches of that tree that stands near her window, like every other night, just to watch her sleep and be the unnoticed guardian of her dreams.
She was currently writing on her diary, probably about stuff she did with Syaoran or the new dresses Tomoyo kept doing for her even now. Talk about persistence. Well, the bottom line was that whatever she wrote on it, it would never be about me. Why would she, if I was so cold and distant to her? I sighed. This really wasn´t the best moment to ponder such things, I would get to do that later. Now I didn´t want to think about how out of reach she is to me, how my frustration grows day to day because the place I want to fill in her life is already taken. I have to keep reminding myself all this constantly as my mind is always trying to shake off that fact, suspending itself between reality and fantasy, searching for a way to change the first to make it more like the latter. I can´t help it, to feel this way, despite the selfishness on it. But there´s no way either I´d shatter her happiness just for this stupid dream I have of us togheter.
Sakura, oblivious as she was of my dark thoughts as well as my presence, kept on writing for a while longer, leaning in her desk and occasionally bringing her left hand to her brow to keep her bangs out of her eyes.
I closed my own, taking a sharp breath and enjoying the peace of this moment before it would go away, she was but a few feet away from me and we were alone. There were few times we were alone and she´d be awake.. When I opened my eyes again, Sakura was closing the little book, proceeding afterwards to replace it in its hiding spot before staring out of the window, deep in thought. From the expression on her face I could tell something was off tonight.
As I was too immersed in my impressions pondering why there was that hint of melancholy in her eyes I failed to grasp the fact that she was walking towards the window until I heard the sound of it being opened, and the sound of her voice.
".Yue?"
* * *
Yes, she called me. In fact, she knew I was there from the beginning, as she said so later. So now, I´ll go to Yukito´s house to get some rest and for the first time in decades I´ll have actually something to dream about. I can feel myself smiling. Perhaps.