Prologue: Tears
A rain of tears slid down the young man's cheeks as he kneeled by the bed of his beloved. Grasping her cold hand, he pleaded her to live.
"Please! Don't leave me..." the young man sobbed, pressing her hand against his face, ignoring the wet blood that covered the hand.
The young woman turned to stare into his face, fear mingling with pain. She feebly raised her other hand to stroke the young man's hair.
The young man looked up at her pale face, that was splattered with her own blood as well...
"Let me go..." she whispered, attempting to pull her hand from her lover's grasp. "I'm dying...I know it. No one could survive what has happened..and it is my time.. let me go...my love."
The young man shook his head, not wanting to let this woman go or die.
"I love you...my angel.." the young man whispered as he felt the woman's hand go limp.
The young man's wails of despair flew throughout the chambers, from that point, where his love lay in a pool of blood...
He got up and cradled the limp body in his arms, ignoring the blood that smeared on him. His chestnut hair fell onto the ebony hair of the woman's head.
"Why? Why did this have to happen? Why god?!" the man yelled, sobs taking his body.
~~~~~~ 1rst person P.O.V.- Syaoran~~~~~~
I awoke with a start, covered in slick sweat. I shivered as cool air met my damp skin. Dreams...more like memories.
I couldn't take it anymore. Living here in China where the memory of her...Mei Ling...still lie. That dream had plagued me for the longest time after her death. It has been two years since then...I was fifteen when that happened.
I climbed out of my bed and got dressed, quietly pulling on some comfortable blue jeans and a green T-shirt. Throwing some clothes into a duffel bag, and grabbing my sword in it's scabbard (I used it for exercise and sometimes competition) I prepared to leave.
It took me a few minuets to notice that I was crying. Still. Wiping the tears away in annoyance, I slipped out of my room. I never cried. At least not when I couldn't be seen. Before I came to love Mei Ling, I was closed up, never talked, and rarely smiled. I remained that most of the time even after falling in love with her, but something had softened somewhat. When she died I closed completely again. No emotion. That is how it is. If you don't show emotion or fall in love then a death wouldn't hurt you. But even with my cold exterior and seemingly calmness, I was torn inside. With Mei Ling, my heart died. Even with the dreams my heart is dead. I swore not to love another person.
And that is how it will always be.
~~~~~~ Normal P.O.V.~~~~~~
Syaoran ran swiftly down the pathway leading away from his house. Leaving all of the memories for good. Even when trying to mask his emotions, a permeate look of despair and pain resided deep in his eyes.