Daphne: "Another *very* short...but angsty chapter. Hope you enjoy!
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Refuge
by: Daphne Li
Chapter 11.
*Anonymous POV*
Cerulean blue eyes gazed out at the dark lake, as the moon hit it just right, causing it to resemble a giant pool of molten silver. A graceful hand came up and swept back an annoying bit of midnight blue hair, that had fallen across the eyes. Then the person sighed and moved away from the dock, quietly moving back into the shadows of the garden hedges that lined the perimeter of the garden.
He had arrived just two hours before, and after talking with the Li family for quite some time, and chatting animatedly with Sakura and her older brother, he had decided to take a walk to the one place that held the most important memories for him. He had been told that Princess Daidouji was ill, and could not come down to meet him, which had worried him more than anything. The princess was ill? From what, and for how long had she been ill?
Sorrow welled up in his chest and he felt strong rushes of guilt pulsing up his chest, almost choking him. It was then that he felt a weak, frail, familiar aura nearby. It was coming towards him at quite a fast speed, and it seemed horribly troubled. The young man crept further back into the shadows, and watched as a figure raced into view, raven hair flying and lavender dress fluttering out behind her. He watched in growing alarm as the girl threw herself down on a bench, and began to weep, her sobs racking her frail body. Horror filled him as he noticed just how pale and sickly she seemed, almost as if all the life in her were being squeezed out. Slowly, he made his way closer, keeping his eyes on her the whole time. He got there just in time to hear her wail:
"Why? Why?"
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*Normal POV*
Tomoyo finished speaking those words, and then buried her head in her arms, trying to stifle her sobs. Sorrow, pain, despair, misery...all these and more filled her heart as his image, the image she had so dispised (or so she had thought) just a few short months ago, that filled her mind endlessly now. She gave a half-hysterical whimper, and then felt herself hit the brink of almost-crazed sorrow. She hardly knew which way was up anymore.
"I don't know? Why?" A soft voice broke through her terrifying depression. She didn't look up, but she jumped a bit at the voice. The sickening feelings melted away, but her sorrow was still there. For a moment, she thought that she recognized the voice, but it couldn't be...he was dead.
"Go away." She mumbled in between sobs. There was a pause, and then she felt hands cover her shoulders in a warm, comforting manner. She didn't have the strength to shake the person off, but she did mentally curse him.
"Why are you crying, Tomoyo?" Whispered the soft voice again. At this, Tomoyo gave a shriek and struggled away, turning horrified eyes to the person behind her. NO! Only one male dared to call her 'Tomoyo'. But it couldn't be true! He was dead!
"NO! Go away! Stop taunting me! You're dead! YOU'RE DEAD!" Tomoyo whimpered hysterically, pushing herself up against the railing and putting a shaking fist up to her mouth. For there, in front of her stood...
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Refuge
by: Daphne Li
Chapter 11.
*Anonymous POV*
Cerulean blue eyes gazed out at the dark lake, as the moon hit it just right, causing it to resemble a giant pool of molten silver. A graceful hand came up and swept back an annoying bit of midnight blue hair, that had fallen across the eyes. Then the person sighed and moved away from the dock, quietly moving back into the shadows of the garden hedges that lined the perimeter of the garden.
He had arrived just two hours before, and after talking with the Li family for quite some time, and chatting animatedly with Sakura and her older brother, he had decided to take a walk to the one place that held the most important memories for him. He had been told that Princess Daidouji was ill, and could not come down to meet him, which had worried him more than anything. The princess was ill? From what, and for how long had she been ill?
Sorrow welled up in his chest and he felt strong rushes of guilt pulsing up his chest, almost choking him. It was then that he felt a weak, frail, familiar aura nearby. It was coming towards him at quite a fast speed, and it seemed horribly troubled. The young man crept further back into the shadows, and watched as a figure raced into view, raven hair flying and lavender dress fluttering out behind her. He watched in growing alarm as the girl threw herself down on a bench, and began to weep, her sobs racking her frail body. Horror filled him as he noticed just how pale and sickly she seemed, almost as if all the life in her were being squeezed out. Slowly, he made his way closer, keeping his eyes on her the whole time. He got there just in time to hear her wail:
"Why? Why?"
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*Normal POV*
Tomoyo finished speaking those words, and then buried her head in her arms, trying to stifle her sobs. Sorrow, pain, despair, misery...all these and more filled her heart as his image, the image she had so dispised (or so she had thought) just a few short months ago, that filled her mind endlessly now. She gave a half-hysterical whimper, and then felt herself hit the brink of almost-crazed sorrow. She hardly knew which way was up anymore.
"I don't know? Why?" A soft voice broke through her terrifying depression. She didn't look up, but she jumped a bit at the voice. The sickening feelings melted away, but her sorrow was still there. For a moment, she thought that she recognized the voice, but it couldn't be...he was dead.
"Go away." She mumbled in between sobs. There was a pause, and then she felt hands cover her shoulders in a warm, comforting manner. She didn't have the strength to shake the person off, but she did mentally curse him.
"Why are you crying, Tomoyo?" Whispered the soft voice again. At this, Tomoyo gave a shriek and struggled away, turning horrified eyes to the person behind her. NO! Only one male dared to call her 'Tomoyo'. But it couldn't be true! He was dead!
"NO! Go away! Stop taunting me! You're dead! YOU'RE DEAD!" Tomoyo whimpered hysterically, pushing herself up against the railing and putting a shaking fist up to her mouth. For there, in front of her stood...
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