Disclaimer: TRC and their whole delightful cast belong to CLAMP.
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I hate going outside, these days... it's safer indoors.
The endless streams of pollution, 'automobiles', criminals - a world being slowly destroyed by their own hands. It's disgusting, but what can you do?
I have to work, to survive, as is the way of the world. Coal mining, usually - fuel for the steady destruction of this country. It's all I can do, as I can barely decipher the written language here. Strenuous though it is, it keeps us alive... keeps me in a state I've come to think of as 'sane'. If I work, she won't have to... she's safest inside.
It's been 4 years since we last jumped worlds, and almost 3 since we last saw three of our companions. Calendar pages slip on by, each one shrinking the odds that we'll ever see them again. I'm starting to wonder weather any of our time spent together even happened. But then I open the door, and speak the familiar syllables of her name, and prepare a meal for us. It had to be real... I have to believe I'm different from them.
All the bad air has made her sick. It's the worst for her, with the missing parts of her wings making her weaker as it is, but it's starting to get to me too. A doctor said something about my lungs turning 'black as coal'. I didn't tell her about it. It's been months since I've allowed her outside, but it's for her own good. I won't lose her, after all this, even if it means treating her like a prisoner. Still, some days, she can't get out of bed, and I refuse to leave her side. It makes me so afraid... if I leave, I may never see her again.
I've stopped calling her princess, and she's abandoned the use of 'kun', as we're both so far below our previous standing in this world. It would be like old times, were it not for the fact that I'm not a naive young boy anymore, she's not a healthy young princess, and we have gaps in our memory that keep us awake at night. Gaps that refuse to be filled, no matter how hard we search for them.
It's only us now, only this dirty existence. Hopes of escaping this are a thing of the past, thoughts of home long since cast aside. I live for the moment, as the next could be either of our last.
I was once so confident, so sure of myself. But time has taught me otherwise. Death, love, pain, illness... all can instantly change your course. Destroy you.
The facts are few. I'm alive, and Sakura is with me. Each time we embrace, exhausted and slowly dying, I know that much. The kisses are genuine. The touch of hands is real.
And that's all I can ask for.
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Woah, where did that come from? -sweatdrop-
Drabble, doesn't have a future, please review and tell me if it was total crap. XD