Tomoyo woke to find that the rain had stopped. The sun was beginning to
shine through the clouds and many birds were chirping. Her reflection on
the window was hazy, but she saw her crippled dried hair and pale face. She
covered her face with her hands as she shook her head.
"I think I have a headache! Grrr! Wait! Where's Eriol? I'm still in his house. Where is he? Should I go look for him? Maybe I should just wait…"
She sat on the dark colored couch waiting for Eriol to show. But a sudden stream of music caught her attention. It was being played from out the door.
"Where's that music coming from? Eriol?" She stood. A minute later she found herself walking down a dark hallway with many antique vases and chairs. At the end of the hallway, Tomoyo noticed the music coming from the other side of the door.
"That music, it's coming from in here, it has to be Eriol. It HAS to be…" She carefully pushed open the wooden doors as light shown in her eyes. She squinted but quickly turned away from the light.
The blue haired boy, Eriol, was playing the piano. He was very focused and didn't even see or hear her come in. He just continued playing. Tomoyo, mesmerized by his ambition, continued to stare at him, and hummed.
"La la la la la la…." Her voice collaborated with the tune very elegantly. Eriol heard the voice, smiled, and continued playing, while she continued to sing.
"Her voice is like magic…" Eriol whispered. His mind was concentrated on the piano, but his heart was still thinking about her voice. He had heard it before, but again, it was different now. Deep in thought, he stopped playing.
"Eriol? Why did you stop?" Tomoyo asked.
(I'm looking like a fool. Hurry think of something to say!) "Umm…no reason." He paused. "So how was your sleep? Are you feeling alright now?" He asked without looking at her face.
"I'm fine, thanks…" She sighed. (Why isn't he looking at me? Is there something wrong?) Her mind trailed in curiosity until she remembered why she came here in the first place. "Err…Eriol? May I please talk to you about your drawing?"
He didn't want to see her faint again. He knew that she loved Sakura, and he knew he was too harsh on her before. "S-sure I guess so, what about it?"
Her heart jumped. She can finally find out about the artist. "Well…I wanted to know what was your inspiration, to draw this." Her heart pounded, she hoped she didn't offend him. She knew from Sakura that Ms. Misuki and him were engaged but she broke it off about a year ago. She didn't want to hurt him.
"Do you really want to know?" He said with a sudden grin.
"Yes, please." Tomoyo said as she tilted her head.
"Follow me." He headed to the door and drew out his hand signaling for her to hold it. She did so as they left the room. They went down another hallway and up a flight of stairs. He led her to his bedroom and let go of her hand.
"Here is my inspiration" Eriol walked to his window and gently opened it and climbed out. "Come on!"
She hesitated. She was terribly afraid of heights. She stepped back. But something from the back of her head is stopping her from running. She wanted to climb out that window. She wanted to understand true inspiration, true friendship, and true love. "I'm coming!" Her heart raced. She ran to the window and plunged through. She saw Eriol sitting in front of her, waiting.
"Here sit down. This is my inspiration, the sunset, the drawing. I know this isn't the answer you had hoped for, and well, I didn't think the sunset was a common answer either, but...well…it is." He turned away from her and looked at the sky. It was tri-colored and the clouds disappeared. "But I want you to know that I know the feeling"
"What feeling?" She also turned to see the sky. She knew she wouldn't get the answer she wanted, yet she was drawn to going to him, it was a strange longing she had for the past day.
"The feeling, the feeling of loss, the feeling of everyone abandoning you, that feeling. But then again, I also know how to get back up. It's something that you have to figure for yourself, by yourself. Well that was what I think." He grew silent. He didn't know how she would react to his words. He looked at her. He noticed her beauty shown through anything. He smiled.
Tomoyo didn't know how to react, but she knew she wasn't mad, or sad. She just turned to him and smiled back. Together they watched the sunset.
"I think I have a headache! Grrr! Wait! Where's Eriol? I'm still in his house. Where is he? Should I go look for him? Maybe I should just wait…"
She sat on the dark colored couch waiting for Eriol to show. But a sudden stream of music caught her attention. It was being played from out the door.
"Where's that music coming from? Eriol?" She stood. A minute later she found herself walking down a dark hallway with many antique vases and chairs. At the end of the hallway, Tomoyo noticed the music coming from the other side of the door.
"That music, it's coming from in here, it has to be Eriol. It HAS to be…" She carefully pushed open the wooden doors as light shown in her eyes. She squinted but quickly turned away from the light.
The blue haired boy, Eriol, was playing the piano. He was very focused and didn't even see or hear her come in. He just continued playing. Tomoyo, mesmerized by his ambition, continued to stare at him, and hummed.
"La la la la la la…." Her voice collaborated with the tune very elegantly. Eriol heard the voice, smiled, and continued playing, while she continued to sing.
"Her voice is like magic…" Eriol whispered. His mind was concentrated on the piano, but his heart was still thinking about her voice. He had heard it before, but again, it was different now. Deep in thought, he stopped playing.
"Eriol? Why did you stop?" Tomoyo asked.
(I'm looking like a fool. Hurry think of something to say!) "Umm…no reason." He paused. "So how was your sleep? Are you feeling alright now?" He asked without looking at her face.
"I'm fine, thanks…" She sighed. (Why isn't he looking at me? Is there something wrong?) Her mind trailed in curiosity until she remembered why she came here in the first place. "Err…Eriol? May I please talk to you about your drawing?"
He didn't want to see her faint again. He knew that she loved Sakura, and he knew he was too harsh on her before. "S-sure I guess so, what about it?"
Her heart jumped. She can finally find out about the artist. "Well…I wanted to know what was your inspiration, to draw this." Her heart pounded, she hoped she didn't offend him. She knew from Sakura that Ms. Misuki and him were engaged but she broke it off about a year ago. She didn't want to hurt him.
"Do you really want to know?" He said with a sudden grin.
"Yes, please." Tomoyo said as she tilted her head.
"Follow me." He headed to the door and drew out his hand signaling for her to hold it. She did so as they left the room. They went down another hallway and up a flight of stairs. He led her to his bedroom and let go of her hand.
"Here is my inspiration" Eriol walked to his window and gently opened it and climbed out. "Come on!"
She hesitated. She was terribly afraid of heights. She stepped back. But something from the back of her head is stopping her from running. She wanted to climb out that window. She wanted to understand true inspiration, true friendship, and true love. "I'm coming!" Her heart raced. She ran to the window and plunged through. She saw Eriol sitting in front of her, waiting.
"Here sit down. This is my inspiration, the sunset, the drawing. I know this isn't the answer you had hoped for, and well, I didn't think the sunset was a common answer either, but...well…it is." He turned away from her and looked at the sky. It was tri-colored and the clouds disappeared. "But I want you to know that I know the feeling"
"What feeling?" She also turned to see the sky. She knew she wouldn't get the answer she wanted, yet she was drawn to going to him, it was a strange longing she had for the past day.
"The feeling, the feeling of loss, the feeling of everyone abandoning you, that feeling. But then again, I also know how to get back up. It's something that you have to figure for yourself, by yourself. Well that was what I think." He grew silent. He didn't know how she would react to his words. He looked at her. He noticed her beauty shown through anything. He smiled.
Tomoyo didn't know how to react, but she knew she wasn't mad, or sad. She just turned to him and smiled back. Together they watched the sunset.
