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Lily
As gentle as the wind may blow the rain falls, gentle as a lovers caress in a long lost dream. They found her this morning, dressed all in white. She lay there unmoving, resembling the porcelain doll she so strived to be.
No one saw it coming, they should have, they should have seen her fading, losing herself, no one did. I blame myself, I who swore I'd be there for her no matter which way the wind decided to blow, no matter how the rain would fall, I promised. Not all promises can be kept.
I should have seen her reaching out for perfection, she always needed it, she was safe in it's confines. She was never good enough for herself, no matter what happened it was never right. She was always too fat or too plain, her complexion was never smooth enough nor her hair near soft, in her eyes there was no such thing as a perfect her.
Perhaps had I paid more attention to her instead of everything else. I let her become the third wheel, it was always Syaoran and I, she was always pushed into the shadows, always second best.
She's still there, laying on her freshly made bed, ever the angel, ever perfection. Her lavender hair flowing softly like a gentle stream around her ivory face. He thick black lashes closed gently revealing a look of one who is lost in a pleasant dream, lips twisted upward in a slight smile. Yes she was at peace.
I notice now just how thin she had become, her hands, pale skeletons, grasping at a bottle, the bottle that brought us here. The coroner should be here soon , here to take her away, take her to the iron table, and finally to her eternal home. She will sleep now, sleep and rest, rest for it is all she has left, nothing but sleep and rest.
I move closer, allowing one crystal tear to slide down my cheek. I lean over and light as a feather , soft as a cloud, I lay a single kiss upon her forehead.
It rains harder now, they're getting closer, I can hear them pulling into the drive way. The numb releases it's grasp as the reality sinks in. turning on my heal I bolt from the room, out the door and across the park. I lay there and cry until dark.
The coffin has just been lowered and the grave slowly covered, it has been three days since that morning, three days and I have not spoken. He holds me tightly in a protective embrace, unknowingly lost. He eventually leaves, knowing I want time alone.
I place a single lily on your grave, and a single breath is spent.
"Tomoyo."Yeah yeah I know it's crap
What can I say
My muses have deserted me