Author's Note: This fic is based on Syaoran's point of view. I hope you don't get too confused. ^^;; Please be kind!
I wish I had told her. She was so full of life, joy, happiness. Solid emotions of which I longed so deeply for. But all I had now were my tears, slowly tumbling off my cheek onto the lifeless hand entangled in mine. Cold fingers lay loose between my own. I declined my head and allowed my lips to graze her forehead. She was a shell. Her warm inside had been tossed out into the sea, left with a hard, encrusted exterior which no longer held the same beauty. I could have sworn at that moment that if I held her up to my ear I could hear the sounds of water distantly rolling against uneven shores. She was a shell of her former self: irrecognizable and indescribable. And not even that. Her eyes now possessed deep circles under them, making her eyelids recede deep into her skull, her fluffed cheeks now thin and pale. And I cried. It was the mourning cry of a lost soul.
It was her smile. When she let her lips twist into an expression of absolute contentment, the world paused, heads turned: especially mine. Her hair of auburn, eyes of emerald, skin of rose were enough to stop a silver bullet, dashing through air towards an unfortunate target. But she never smiled for me, she wouldn't let herself cave. She knew just as well as I that certain things were best left afar, untouched, unanswered. I scowled at her, I had no right to her smile. She was innocent, lovely, pure. She and I both knew I was tainted. I crept out into the night once young and old had been whisked away into listless slumber, I whispered words that brought forth the thunder: the raging light of absolute destruction. I was lost, she was found. We knew it was that simple. I resolved to keep it that way.
The previous evening we had danced. Bodies intertwining, spinning, twirling. Eyes closed, we could fly. The midnight leaves of the soundless treetops had glistened silver under the pale light of the sky. Our feet slowly paced underneath, our shoulders turned in towards each other. My arm draped gently over her back, I could feel her heart beating a quiet melody which made my head swim. Leaning forwards, she pressed a silent kiss on my cheek, and brushed a tear from her eye. She knew then that the world would never stop for her smile again.
My bangs fell over my eyes, I did not bother to push them away. I didn't have to see any longer. My arm tensed, not gracefully resting over her back, but slowly crawling up her spine. A blur: my hand clamping down over her mouth, hand sprawled across the back of her bare neck, tightened. A sharp crack filtered through the night air. Her body fell limp, eyes opened, filled with uncried tears. I held her then. Her head tilted toward the side, now supported by my shoulder, I drew my hand away from her neck. A bell tolled off in the distance, twelve hazy strikes, as a few crows cawed, breaking the silence otherwise. I wish I had told her.
I wish I had told her. She was so full of life, joy, happiness. Solid emotions of which I longed so deeply for. But all I had now were my tears, slowly tumbling off my cheek onto the lifeless hand entangled in mine. Cold fingers lay loose between my own. I declined my head and allowed my lips to graze her forehead. She was a shell. Her warm inside had been tossed out into the sea, left with a hard, encrusted exterior which no longer held the same beauty. I could have sworn at that moment that if I held her up to my ear I could hear the sounds of water distantly rolling against uneven shores. She was a shell of her former self: irrecognizable and indescribable. And not even that. Her eyes now possessed deep circles under them, making her eyelids recede deep into her skull, her fluffed cheeks now thin and pale. And I cried. It was the mourning cry of a lost soul.
It was her smile. When she let her lips twist into an expression of absolute contentment, the world paused, heads turned: especially mine. Her hair of auburn, eyes of emerald, skin of rose were enough to stop a silver bullet, dashing through air towards an unfortunate target. But she never smiled for me, she wouldn't let herself cave. She knew just as well as I that certain things were best left afar, untouched, unanswered. I scowled at her, I had no right to her smile. She was innocent, lovely, pure. She and I both knew I was tainted. I crept out into the night once young and old had been whisked away into listless slumber, I whispered words that brought forth the thunder: the raging light of absolute destruction. I was lost, she was found. We knew it was that simple. I resolved to keep it that way.
The previous evening we had danced. Bodies intertwining, spinning, twirling. Eyes closed, we could fly. The midnight leaves of the soundless treetops had glistened silver under the pale light of the sky. Our feet slowly paced underneath, our shoulders turned in towards each other. My arm draped gently over her back, I could feel her heart beating a quiet melody which made my head swim. Leaning forwards, she pressed a silent kiss on my cheek, and brushed a tear from her eye. She knew then that the world would never stop for her smile again.
My bangs fell over my eyes, I did not bother to push them away. I didn't have to see any longer. My arm tensed, not gracefully resting over her back, but slowly crawling up her spine. A blur: my hand clamping down over her mouth, hand sprawled across the back of her bare neck, tightened. A sharp crack filtered through the night air. Her body fell limp, eyes opened, filled with uncried tears. I held her then. Her head tilted toward the side, now supported by my shoulder, I drew my hand away from her neck. A bell tolled off in the distance, twelve hazy strikes, as a few crows cawed, breaking the silence otherwise. I wish I had told her.