This is easily the corniest one so far . Apologies in advance :P Pictures of You, the Cure was the inspiration for this. Plus, Ali-san's Untitled fic and my TRC doujin (which can be found on deviantArt; my names sugahcat there, too, if you wanna see it).
Also! For anyone who is interested, I have a lot of fics on my LJ that I'm not posting anywhere else. You can check them out at sugahcat -dot- livejournal -dot- com.
Disclaimer:It all belongs to CLAMP, dontcher know.
Forsaken - part two
sugahcat
No-one in the castle seems to be too eager to talk to me, not even Princess Tomoyo; I can't say I blame them. I'm hiding my pain with anger and it's ferocious in its intensity. Storming back to my room I don't bother with the usual civilities to people I recognise on the way. It's no better when I'm alone but at least then I don't have to deal with the pitying glances from others. So my lover abandoned me: what the hell does it have to do with them?
Seeing the pile of things from my travels in the corner I decide it's time to deal with them. Anything that can be of use, like Souhi, can stay, everything else can be burned. I don't want any more memories of him around than absolutely necessary.
The first thing I pick up is a piece of cloth wrapped around something small. I don't recognise it and frown. I discard the string that binds the package and the cloth and nearly drop what they contain.
Pictures from some of the worlds we visited - they're called 'photographs', I remember. I would never have thought that a picture could hurt but today I learn differently. They are pictures of me and Fai; some with the kids, some just the two of us. There are even a few where I'm smiling at him, a few where he has a real smile on his face. There are ten photographs in all.
I close my eyes and remember the last time I saw him. The kid and the princess were looking unsure, even the damned manjuu seemed to see he was making the wrong decision but I couldn't get through to him. Since that day I've thought again and again about it - if I'd done something differently, found the right words; would he have stayed?
But he didn't. The rain had poured, recalling the first time I saw him at that Dimension Bitch's shop. He wrapped his arms around my neck, kissing me deeply and needingly, seeming as desperate to stay as I was. When he stood back I saw the tears on his face, not disguised by the rain.
"Let's go, Mokona."
"Fai?" The manjuu had asked, its soft voice uncertain.
"Let's go - please." He closed his eyes, before opening them as the manjuu spread it's wings. He held my gaze and as he started to disappear, whispered to me: "I love you."
It wasn't enough to make him stay, and now all I have are these pictures of him.
A/N:Dude, I still suck at endings :(