"The Man in Her Life" Syaron
Lady Rinehart
I'd like to thank everyone who read and reviewed last time. Again, vote for who you want me to write about, though I already have one lined up next. Also, for anyone reading 'WBCWB' or 'TDER' I about 75 percent done with both up coming chapters, and for anyone reading 'Honorable Father' or 'The Crush', the next parts will be out as soon as I can. I'm not working on any of my other at the moment. This is my list of priorities with my writing.
1) When Blue Clashed With Blue/ The Dark Earth Realm
2) The Man in Her Life (mainly just to help with writers block)
3) The Crush/ Honorable Father
4) Other such as SMR: WAT
Please read on and I don't own blah blah….
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I honestly don't know why I try. Scratch that. I do know _why_, I just don't understand how. I placed the roses in the grave in front of me. I looked sadly at the tombstone. A name I'd never thought would end up on such a stone stared back at me.
I'm so sorry... Sakura...
I wasn't there. I'd been in China, dealing with some family troubles, when I'd received Tomoyo's letter. Sakura had been terribly sick, an illness that had yet to have found a cure. I'd thought nothing of it and hadn't left China. Less then a week later I received another letter, this one regretting to inform me of Sakura's death.
I still did not return to Japan. I think it was the mixture of self-loathing and despair that keep me in China. My family snubbed the whole thing; none of them like the idea of me dating someone not of 'proper' lineage. All except Meling.
It had been common knowledge that Meling was to be my intended. Until Sakura, that is. Meling gave up long ago, having met someone and married. She was still very close to me, and, against popular belief, she did like Sakura. Meling stayed with me for over a month before I came out of my stupor.
I refused the three marriage offers my mother made to me. I don't think she truly understood what I'd been going through. *I* didn't exactly understand what I'd been going through. I pushed my self under continuous amounts of work and training.
I guess, for a while, I lost myself in this distraction. I relished in the lack of emotion, for it seemed the only thing to ease my heart. I simply tried to block it all, and up to this day, the walls have not come down. Time passed with my recognition of it.
Once again, I received a letter. It was again from Tomoyo, and she was asking me to come to her wedding. I was almost shocked to find she was nice enough to think of me. Me: the person who thinks of no one.
I went. I'm not entirely sure why I went, but I did. Meling, her husband Keno, and her son Fei, went as well. The ceremony was beautiful, yet uneventful. After the wedding, I wondered around for some time, trying to keep the walls standing. It seems fate was against this act.
I came across a large cherry blossom tree, fully in bloom. It was a magnificent sight. It was then when this _rock_ caught my eye. Everything flooded back, but the walls stood, protecting the most inner me.
And here I am, staring at her grave.
I blame myself. If I'd come back, helped in some way, she might still be here. But she's not. The walls, the greatest support I'd ever know, stiffen as I once again ran these thoughts through my head. She was gone and she wasn't coming back. No matter what…
"They never really leave us, you know?"
I spun around, wanted to see who dared interrupt my thoughts. Standing not but five feet away was a girl, looking at me. She wasn't really a girl, more of a woman, about my age. She held a bouquet of roses, the deep red clashing against her pale hands. She stood in front of a grave as well.
"They're always watching us." She added, looking as the stone in front of her. I watched as she leaned down and placed the roses on the grave. She pulled one away from its brothers and turned to me again.
"My Mamo-chan always told me this." She indicated to the grave. "He wants me to move on. They all do."
That's when they crumbled, my walls. I'd never seen such saddened eyes. Such depth, that held caring, understanding sadness was looking at me. My now exposed and vulnerable heart gave a jump as she smiled. If there was anyone who could match Sakura's beauty, it was the woman before me.
She stepped forward and stood next to me. She glanced away from my face and looked at the tomb stone. I looked as well.
"She must have been dear to you." She whisper softly, and a looked up again to see tears brimming her eyes.
"I loved her." I admitted. I suddenly released that I did not jump at her, which is what I'd been doing to others since the news. "I love her too little, too late." I bowed my head in shame, voicing the words I'd always feared. The woman would surely think him a monster for doing such a thing.
"I think you are wrong." The woman answered, her voice drifting peacefully to my ears. My watering eyes turned to her. "I can tell you loved her just enough, just right. Love is never wrong; it just _is_."
It dawned on me that she could be right. That possibly, it hadn't been my fault. But...
"Sakura was special. She deserved more than me."
"I don't think she thought so. My Mamo-chan always said he didn't deserve me, but he did, or I wouldn't have love him so." She held out the rose to him. "I'm Tsukino Usagi."
Both his hands went to hers, and he gently lifted the rose from her, but held on to her hand with his free one. "My name is Li Syaron."
"Would you like to come with me to get dinner?" She asked. "I skipped lunch to see come see Mamo-chan." She blushed suddenly. "I want to get to know you."
"Why?" I asked, my thumb caressing her hand gently.
"I had a dream last night, of Mamo-chan. He told me to come today, and that I would move on." Her blush reddened.
It felt right, as I looked at her. My heart felt whole again for the first time since Sakura death. For some reason I looked to the sky. I blinked to clear my head. That's when I saw it..._her_.
Through the cherry blossoms was the face of my Sakura, smiling down at me. She seemed please that I'd meet Usagi. I looked at Usagi, whose hand I was now holding, my fingers intertwined with hers, to see her looking at the sky as well.
"Usagi?"
"They're watching." She smiled. She tugged gently on my arm and when set off, but not before a lay the rose Usagi had given me on Sakura's grave.
As we walked, my arm found itself around her shoulders. I knew that Sakura was gone, and that Usagi could never replace her, the same way I could never replace her lost love. But the again, are love were not truly gone, just away and watching. I looked down at Usagi and thanked Sakura for the help.
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I had lots of vote for Li Syaron, from Card Captor Sakura. Next, I think, will be Nuriko from FY.
Lady Rinehart
Lady Rinehart
I'd like to thank everyone who read and reviewed last time. Again, vote for who you want me to write about, though I already have one lined up next. Also, for anyone reading 'WBCWB' or 'TDER' I about 75 percent done with both up coming chapters, and for anyone reading 'Honorable Father' or 'The Crush', the next parts will be out as soon as I can. I'm not working on any of my other at the moment. This is my list of priorities with my writing.
1) When Blue Clashed With Blue/ The Dark Earth Realm
2) The Man in Her Life (mainly just to help with writers block)
3) The Crush/ Honorable Father
4) Other such as SMR: WAT
Please read on and I don't own blah blah….
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I honestly don't know why I try. Scratch that. I do know _why_, I just don't understand how. I placed the roses in the grave in front of me. I looked sadly at the tombstone. A name I'd never thought would end up on such a stone stared back at me.
I'm so sorry... Sakura...
I wasn't there. I'd been in China, dealing with some family troubles, when I'd received Tomoyo's letter. Sakura had been terribly sick, an illness that had yet to have found a cure. I'd thought nothing of it and hadn't left China. Less then a week later I received another letter, this one regretting to inform me of Sakura's death.
I still did not return to Japan. I think it was the mixture of self-loathing and despair that keep me in China. My family snubbed the whole thing; none of them like the idea of me dating someone not of 'proper' lineage. All except Meling.
It had been common knowledge that Meling was to be my intended. Until Sakura, that is. Meling gave up long ago, having met someone and married. She was still very close to me, and, against popular belief, she did like Sakura. Meling stayed with me for over a month before I came out of my stupor.
I refused the three marriage offers my mother made to me. I don't think she truly understood what I'd been going through. *I* didn't exactly understand what I'd been going through. I pushed my self under continuous amounts of work and training.
I guess, for a while, I lost myself in this distraction. I relished in the lack of emotion, for it seemed the only thing to ease my heart. I simply tried to block it all, and up to this day, the walls have not come down. Time passed with my recognition of it.
Once again, I received a letter. It was again from Tomoyo, and she was asking me to come to her wedding. I was almost shocked to find she was nice enough to think of me. Me: the person who thinks of no one.
I went. I'm not entirely sure why I went, but I did. Meling, her husband Keno, and her son Fei, went as well. The ceremony was beautiful, yet uneventful. After the wedding, I wondered around for some time, trying to keep the walls standing. It seems fate was against this act.
I came across a large cherry blossom tree, fully in bloom. It was a magnificent sight. It was then when this _rock_ caught my eye. Everything flooded back, but the walls stood, protecting the most inner me.
And here I am, staring at her grave.
I blame myself. If I'd come back, helped in some way, she might still be here. But she's not. The walls, the greatest support I'd ever know, stiffen as I once again ran these thoughts through my head. She was gone and she wasn't coming back. No matter what…
"They never really leave us, you know?"
I spun around, wanted to see who dared interrupt my thoughts. Standing not but five feet away was a girl, looking at me. She wasn't really a girl, more of a woman, about my age. She held a bouquet of roses, the deep red clashing against her pale hands. She stood in front of a grave as well.
"They're always watching us." She added, looking as the stone in front of her. I watched as she leaned down and placed the roses on the grave. She pulled one away from its brothers and turned to me again.
"My Mamo-chan always told me this." She indicated to the grave. "He wants me to move on. They all do."
That's when they crumbled, my walls. I'd never seen such saddened eyes. Such depth, that held caring, understanding sadness was looking at me. My now exposed and vulnerable heart gave a jump as she smiled. If there was anyone who could match Sakura's beauty, it was the woman before me.
She stepped forward and stood next to me. She glanced away from my face and looked at the tomb stone. I looked as well.
"She must have been dear to you." She whisper softly, and a looked up again to see tears brimming her eyes.
"I loved her." I admitted. I suddenly released that I did not jump at her, which is what I'd been doing to others since the news. "I love her too little, too late." I bowed my head in shame, voicing the words I'd always feared. The woman would surely think him a monster for doing such a thing.
"I think you are wrong." The woman answered, her voice drifting peacefully to my ears. My watering eyes turned to her. "I can tell you loved her just enough, just right. Love is never wrong; it just _is_."
It dawned on me that she could be right. That possibly, it hadn't been my fault. But...
"Sakura was special. She deserved more than me."
"I don't think she thought so. My Mamo-chan always said he didn't deserve me, but he did, or I wouldn't have love him so." She held out the rose to him. "I'm Tsukino Usagi."
Both his hands went to hers, and he gently lifted the rose from her, but held on to her hand with his free one. "My name is Li Syaron."
"Would you like to come with me to get dinner?" She asked. "I skipped lunch to see come see Mamo-chan." She blushed suddenly. "I want to get to know you."
"Why?" I asked, my thumb caressing her hand gently.
"I had a dream last night, of Mamo-chan. He told me to come today, and that I would move on." Her blush reddened.
It felt right, as I looked at her. My heart felt whole again for the first time since Sakura death. For some reason I looked to the sky. I blinked to clear my head. That's when I saw it..._her_.
Through the cherry blossoms was the face of my Sakura, smiling down at me. She seemed please that I'd meet Usagi. I looked at Usagi, whose hand I was now holding, my fingers intertwined with hers, to see her looking at the sky as well.
"Usagi?"
"They're watching." She smiled. She tugged gently on my arm and when set off, but not before a lay the rose Usagi had given me on Sakura's grave.
As we walked, my arm found itself around her shoulders. I knew that Sakura was gone, and that Usagi could never replace her, the same way I could never replace her lost love. But the again, are love were not truly gone, just away and watching. I looked down at Usagi and thanked Sakura for the help.
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I had lots of vote for Li Syaron, from Card Captor Sakura. Next, I think, will be Nuriko from FY.
Lady Rinehart