Note: I really haven't seen much of card captor sakura. in fact, i've only seen cardcaptors. so this is me kinda...thinking about a 'what-if?' situation. although i know they do fall in love and everything. okay i'll shuttup now.
I remember the first time I saw you. I saw you in the dream where I stood, high above nowhere, the wind blowing through my hair...the cold, unforgiving wind. Not the wind that blows the hair of the brave card captor as they gaze over the land where their destiny awaits them, knowing that their fate is sealed and each step they take is a sure as each breath, and glory and happiness follows the victory.
No. The wind was a cold, bitter reality. The reality that you were the rightful card captor, the reality that I was simply another to prove wrong.
Your eyes...you looked at me and wished me dead. Wished I had never been born, wished for me to care not for anything you desired.
Do you feel the same now? Do you hate who I am and what I must do?
You knew I didn't choose to be hated by you, I never asked for this destiny. For this power you so greatly wanted for your own. Yet you chose to ignore it and treat me like nothingness.
Is that how you treat me now?
I can't understand anymore. I can't escape those memories of your hate, I can never forget the insult you gave me, the determination to prove wrong everything I was and could have been.
You can't fight it now. You can't tell me you hate me, you can't ignore me. You want to hold me and tell me you'll never let me die, never let me suffer the way you once wished me to.
You still don't care do you?
You only want what you want, you think you can come back to me after all you've put me through and tell me you love me? You think I should fall into your arms and admit the same?
Maybe I should.
Maybe one day I won't resist your embrace, won't block my mind to the soft words you whisper. You can see I love you, you always have. Just how you knew I was the rightful card captor, that it was my destiny to oppose you.
Why deny it? Why tell me it was never meant to be like this?
Is this our destiny? If so, we can't fight what fate has written for us.
We fight what opposes us.
We fight each other.
We fight ourselves.
Is that not the path of true love?
Or is it destiny?
I remember the first time I saw you. I saw you in the dream where I stood, high above nowhere, the wind blowing through my hair...the cold, unforgiving wind. Not the wind that blows the hair of the brave card captor as they gaze over the land where their destiny awaits them, knowing that their fate is sealed and each step they take is a sure as each breath, and glory and happiness follows the victory.
No. The wind was a cold, bitter reality. The reality that you were the rightful card captor, the reality that I was simply another to prove wrong.
Your eyes...you looked at me and wished me dead. Wished I had never been born, wished for me to care not for anything you desired.
Do you feel the same now? Do you hate who I am and what I must do?
You knew I didn't choose to be hated by you, I never asked for this destiny. For this power you so greatly wanted for your own. Yet you chose to ignore it and treat me like nothingness.
Is that how you treat me now?
I can't understand anymore. I can't escape those memories of your hate, I can never forget the insult you gave me, the determination to prove wrong everything I was and could have been.
You can't fight it now. You can't tell me you hate me, you can't ignore me. You want to hold me and tell me you'll never let me die, never let me suffer the way you once wished me to.
You still don't care do you?
You only want what you want, you think you can come back to me after all you've put me through and tell me you love me? You think I should fall into your arms and admit the same?
Maybe I should.
Maybe one day I won't resist your embrace, won't block my mind to the soft words you whisper. You can see I love you, you always have. Just how you knew I was the rightful card captor, that it was my destiny to oppose you.
Why deny it? Why tell me it was never meant to be like this?
Is this our destiny? If so, we can't fight what fate has written for us.
We fight what opposes us.
We fight each other.
We fight ourselves.
Is that not the path of true love?
Or is it destiny?