[ Nothing Left to Lose
Epilogue
If there's nothing left to lose…then there's everything to gain.
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Fall hailed the arrival of fallen angels. They floated amongst the leaves, dancing with the wind. They took a few second to admire the beauty of Earth, then went on to complete their separate tasks.
Fall hailed visitors to Sakura's home.
"Hello Sakura, how are you today?" asked one. He wasn't a visitor who only came in the fall. He was one who visited her every day. Even the owners of Sakura's home would say, "Is it that man again? What kind of flowers did he bring today?"
The visitor laid down a bouquet of peonies onto the soft, fertile soil. He took pleasure in alternating between cherry blossoms, her favourite, and peonies, his. But he would often bring roses and tulips as well, depending on the season.
On this day, however, peonies were necessary.
"Sakura. We all miss you. Eriol – if he could remember, I'm sure he would –, Tomoyo…your mother cries for you in her sleep. She really does care for you, Sakura. No matter how much you want to deny it." He smiled awkwardly.
"It's been a year since you left, hasn't it?" he asked softly, looking up at the sky. The visitor's tears fell back into his eyes. On cloudless days like today, tears were inappropriate. Yet he felt this way every time he visited.
"Yue wants me back. Since Saitou's death, things at the Clan have been chaotic. He says I'm the only one who can clean up the mess. I guess things really do get messy when you find out your leader and a few others were plotting against someone in your own family." He chuckled humourlessly. "I believe our powers are diminishing without all eight spirits present."
"So…I suppose this is goodbye."
Sakura remained silent as always. The visitor knew she was listening though. She was always listening.
"Don't worry, Syaoran! You can tell me anything!"
At the memory, the visitor felt his throat dry up. Sometimes he wished his own memories would disappear like hers. He had come to tell her something very important, but now he knew it wouldn't matter. It wouldn't matter to her whether she heard it back then or if she heard it now.
But it would matter if he never told her at all. The visitor averted his gaze to the dull granite tombstone. It was ironic that even in death, her surroundings did not suit her.
"You're my most important person."
He had let them go; let his feelings leave with the fallen angels who had come down to collect them. It wouldn't hurt to say it again.
"Sakura, I love you."
But it did hurt. And from somewhere out there, a pair of lips were called in to kiss his broken heart once more. And I you…Syaoran.
The sun is setting and it's ending
Because
you're letting it go,
Forgetting everything you already know.
And
it all goes to show that
You're
moving to slow.
It will end up changing you.
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A/N: It's overrrrr. Finally. I felt like adding a little depressing mushiness to this one, to make up for the lack of mushiness in the entire fic.
Lyrics by My Favourite Highway. I felt that "You're Making It Come Alive" lyrics were perfect for this entire fic. The whole "fitting the frame" and "letting it go" thing.
I totally changed the genre. I don't know what to put for it. Even now, it doesn't seem to fit.
