Author's Note: Killing yourself is not cool. Don't kill yourself.
: Tomoyo is a trained professional in the art of depression. Do not try kill yourself to get attention.
~o~
Tomoyo is possibly the most amazing person I know.
She's still dizzy from the lack of blood, and she's trying to make sure I'm comfortable in her house. It's actually more then a little overwhelming. I now have some idea just what Sakura must feel like most of the time. When Tomoyo focuses on you, it's like being under a spotlight.
I suppose it could be worse though. I could be trying to explain to her mother how I found her dead.
That thought chills me to the bone. Just a different action, a slight change of luck a few hours ago, and instead of watching her try to cook, I'd be looking at her lifeless vessel floating in the bathtub.
...
And then she looks at me. Actually, it's more like through me. Like I'm as transparent as a glass window pane to her. I've seen her do it to Sakura one or twice before, but being on the receiving end is beyond simply disturbing.
Like having all your secrets ripped open and laid bare for an archeologist or some kind of mortician to dig through. Making broad declarations about your life, based on things you could never even see.
I turn away from her, I can't believe how much I'm blushing though.
But she just smiles at me, giggling.
~o~
Poor Naoko.
I'm not really her type. She wants some one who can drown her in love, someone who won't ignore her the first time someone else says 'I love you'. I never even thought of it before, but she's been upset for a long time. Sort of like me, but in a different sort of way.
At least for the last few years too. Probably ever since Rika and her stranger got engaged. Though that would probably mean she was interested in Rika... That would almost be... Well, it's been a long, long while now.
Oh my, I think I made her blush. Maybe I was staring at her too long? Oh! The way she's turning her head is rather cute, I really should do something nice for her. I mean, she's probably still rather upset.
But then the door bell rings.
My, you try to kill yourself, and then everything gets so busy. Ambulance rides, hospital stays, and the attention is kind of nice. If you go for that.
"Naoko? could you get the door for me?"
~o~
I didn't expect her to show up at all. "Hello Meiling, did you run all this way?" Part of me wanted to believe she had other plans. Even though she really has no reason to stay in town with Sakura and Sayoran gone.
She nods, stomping into the house, "Where's Tomoyo, is she okay?" Her voice tries to hide a slight panic, by being more aggressive. More in control then she really is.
"She's in the kitchen right now," She's very upset though, but for a good reason. But the glare she gives me upon saying that is a mix of fear and shock, finally showing through to her face.
"With all the knives!? What if she tries it again?!" And she's off like a dart.
I have to assume that she knows where it is, but Tomoyo wouldn't try to kill herself, not today anyway. "She promised."
: Tomoyo is a trained professional in the art of depression. Do not try kill yourself to get attention.
~o~
Tomoyo is possibly the most amazing person I know.
She's still dizzy from the lack of blood, and she's trying to make sure I'm comfortable in her house. It's actually more then a little overwhelming. I now have some idea just what Sakura must feel like most of the time. When Tomoyo focuses on you, it's like being under a spotlight.
I suppose it could be worse though. I could be trying to explain to her mother how I found her dead.
That thought chills me to the bone. Just a different action, a slight change of luck a few hours ago, and instead of watching her try to cook, I'd be looking at her lifeless vessel floating in the bathtub.
...
And then she looks at me. Actually, it's more like through me. Like I'm as transparent as a glass window pane to her. I've seen her do it to Sakura one or twice before, but being on the receiving end is beyond simply disturbing.
Like having all your secrets ripped open and laid bare for an archeologist or some kind of mortician to dig through. Making broad declarations about your life, based on things you could never even see.
I turn away from her, I can't believe how much I'm blushing though.
But she just smiles at me, giggling.
~o~
Poor Naoko.
I'm not really her type. She wants some one who can drown her in love, someone who won't ignore her the first time someone else says 'I love you'. I never even thought of it before, but she's been upset for a long time. Sort of like me, but in a different sort of way.
At least for the last few years too. Probably ever since Rika and her stranger got engaged. Though that would probably mean she was interested in Rika... That would almost be... Well, it's been a long, long while now.
Oh my, I think I made her blush. Maybe I was staring at her too long? Oh! The way she's turning her head is rather cute, I really should do something nice for her. I mean, she's probably still rather upset.
But then the door bell rings.
My, you try to kill yourself, and then everything gets so busy. Ambulance rides, hospital stays, and the attention is kind of nice. If you go for that.
"Naoko? could you get the door for me?"
~o~
I didn't expect her to show up at all. "Hello Meiling, did you run all this way?" Part of me wanted to believe she had other plans. Even though she really has no reason to stay in town with Sakura and Sayoran gone.
She nods, stomping into the house, "Where's Tomoyo, is she okay?" Her voice tries to hide a slight panic, by being more aggressive. More in control then she really is.
"She's in the kitchen right now," She's very upset though, but for a good reason. But the glare she gives me upon saying that is a mix of fear and shock, finally showing through to her face.
"With all the knives!? What if she tries it again?!" And she's off like a dart.
I have to assume that she knows where it is, but Tomoyo wouldn't try to kill herself, not today anyway. "She promised."