A/N: And so concludes Broken. Aren't you glad I didn't end unhappy? And I want to thank all of the reviewers, everyone who just read my story, and fireblazie-chan, for sticking with me through the emotional roller coaster ride that is the EriolTomoyo relationship. And for loving this story. Thanks.
Summary: Details about his eyes. I want his eyes to always be beautiful. Slight ExT.
Disclaimer: CLAMP.
Colors of His Eyes
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He turns to me, and although he doesn't smile, his eyes flash with happiness, and for a second, they are a light, cheerful sapphire color. "Tomoyo-san," his voice smiles, and he closes his eyes, shaking his head. "How do you manage to know me so well?"
And I want to say to him, open those amazing eyes again, and I'll tell you. His eyes are all I need to survive, all those beautiful colors, they seem to quench my undying thirst for beauty. And oh, how I want to tell him. Eriol-kun, don't you know? Your eyes assure me that there is life worth living.
I sip my burning coffee, and wince. He turns to me, a worried look in his eyes. I smile, mingled with relief and reassurance, and he smiles, crinkling the corners of his eyes. But I cannot help but think that either way, his eyes are just simply lovely.
And please, oh please, Eriol-kun, will you show me those eyes one more time? Those eyes that say you're worrying about me. Oh please, Eriol-kun, because, don't you know, Eriol-kun? Your eyes assure me that there is life worth living.
But sometimes, there are things that will remind him of things of times that made him unhappy. One day, in a fit of silliness, I tell him, "Let's run away together." And as he inquires where, I, stupidly, tell him, eyes dreamy, "I don't know, somewhere in England, perhaps?" I didn't see his mouth tighten, but I did see his eyes.
And oh, Eriol-kun, your eyes. Your eyes spoke of sadness, of loss, of unfairness, of a kind of love you had and lost. And I immediately apologized, but you waved it off. But oh, Eriol-kun, you didn't see your eyes. Your eyes were crying without shedding tears, but they were still beautiful nonetheless.
Oh Eriol-kun, I was sorry. Please, Eriol-kun, I know this is selfish, but please, one day, if I'm gone, will you show those eyes again? Because, you don't know, but Eriol-kun, you should know. Your eyes assure me that there is life worth living.
But even now, when he watches the last of his hopes die, he scatters rose petals to the wind, because he says, "Roses have always reminded me of her." And when I inquired gently as to what I reminded him of, he hesitated, but said, "Lilies." The invitation came today, and although he said she would make a beautiful bride, she saw the storm behind his eyes. He wanted to be a good person, oh he so desperately wanted to, but he couldn't help but feel something – regret?
So all I could do was give him an impulsive hug, releasing him after a second. He turns to me, his eyes thankful. But I just smile, hopefully mysteriously, and shake my head. I wanted to do more for him, like he's always done for me. But it's okay, because either way, his eyes are still beautiful, and that's more than enough for me.
Oh Eriol-kun, don't you know? Your eyes assure me that there is life worth living.
fin.