I didn't know which category to put it under. I was gonna put it under horror cuz I was horrified at how sad this was…but that would be false-advertising.
Kleenex-warning!
I don't own CCS
Happy Easter To You Too
Amber met green for the first time in a period of four, agonizingly long years, as I stood rooted to the spot, sizing him up and down. After almost half a decade, he hadn't changed since I'd seen him last. His hair came in a tumble of auburn as his amber gaze never left my own emerald one. And God, he was hot. He'd relinquished his twelve-year-old boyhood charm, to be replaced by a sixteen-year-old's breath-taking, knee-buckling, completely-on-fire, God-I'll die-if-I-don't-have-him, appeal.
"Happy Easter, Sakura," he said, offering me a basket of chocolate as if that would be enough to make up for hardly returning the cr@pload of letters I'd sent him, or the phone calls which had given me the nickname of "Kaiju Stalker" regards to Touya.
"Happy Easter?" I echoed incredulously. "For god's sake, Syaoran. I'm a friggin over-weight, depressed teenager who has nowhere to go or nothing to do on Easter day except obsess over the one guy who totally forgets about her the moment he leaves the airport! And I'm supposed to have a Happy Easter?!"
Syaoran cringed at my frank outburst and looked downward guiltily. I knew he was feeling bad about it all, and there might have even been a chance that he'd had no choice in the matter, but I didn't care. I had some serious venting to do.
"Four tubs, Syaoran!" I continued. "That's how much ice-cream I consumed in less than four days of your departure! And in those few days, you didn't even call to tell me if you got home safely. You never even sent me a single god damn picture!"
"Sakura…I'm really…sorry…I…the Clan…"
I sighed. The Clan. For the four years that Syaoran and I had been apart, I'd learnt to hate those two words. The Clan. They had been the reason why Syaoran had left…why we could never be together…
He looked so miserable, there on the front step of my home, like he didn't belong there anymore. It was almost as if, in the process of becoming a teenager, he'd lost his right to be here – in Tomoeda. "The Clan…" he hastened to explain. "They wouldn't let me…they…"
I cut him off. "Forget the Clan," I pleaded, looking earnestly into his eyes. "Leave them if they won't give you your freedom…you can stay here with me. And if they come looking…we'll run…" I trailed off as I saw the sadness in his amber eyes.
"Sakura…I can't just do that. We're not naïve little twelve-year-olds anymore. I have a family…they need me…"
"And me?" I prompted. "What about me, Syaoran? Now that you're Clan Leader, are you just going to forget about me?"
His face was pained and for the first time since I'd first seen him on the front step, I noticed how old and serious his face looked. He was too young to be tied down with responsibilities and complications. Couldn't they see that?
"I have a family //now\\" he repeated, adding the last word to make sure I understood what he meant.
I felt my face go pale, devoid of any colour. My whole body went cold and I suddenly felt like throwing up the dinner I'd had that evening.
"N-no…" I stammered, drawing back. "You said I was the only one for you…"
I looked at him accusingly, challenging him to take it all back. Begging him to tell me he was just joking. He only stared back, his auburn hair being toyed with by the wind.
"I didn't want to, Sakura," he told me. "But in time…I learnt to care for her."
He looked at me for any reaction, hoping that I wouldn't take it so hard.
I felt like a ton of bricks had been pushed to my chest, so that I couldn't breathe.
Of course I was gonna take this hard. How else was I supposed to take it?
Here was the man I'd loved since I was old enough to have those kinds of feelings, telling me that he cared for somebody else.
"You care for her…" I said slowly. "But…you love me…"
I looked him in the eyes. "Is that right?"
"Please don't make this any harder than it already is, Sakura," he begged. "Of course I love you…nothing can change that…"
He sighed and ran his fingers through his unruly hair. "But I can't leave them…it wouldn't be right…"
"Them…" I echoed, playing with a strand of hair. "Does this mean…?"
Syaoran nodded. "Ying Fa…I named her after you…"
"But you're only sixteen," I protested. "That's not right!"
He shrugged, and I could tell he was trying so hard not to cry. "Please Sakura…I'm not even supposed to be here. I just came to tell you…so that you could just forget about me…just forget about us…"
Tears stung my eyelids as I heard those words. They were so harsh and final, mocking my dreams of us…together…
He leaned over to sweep a strand of hair out of my eyes, but I brushed his hand away absent-mindedly. The touch that used to be able to heat my body like a million scorching flames, now made me shiver with cold.
"You know I can't do that…" I whispered, brushing my tears away defiantly. "You know how long I waited for you to come back…and now…"
"Life isn't meant to be fair, Sakura," he sighed. "If I'd had my way, you would've been killed. This way…you'll be safe."
I opened my mouth to argue with him. To tell him that it wouldn't have mattered. I wouldn't have minded dying just for the chance for us to be together…
But I stopped myself. It was done. Over.
No use crying over spilt milk.
"I love you, Syaoran…"
"I love you, Sakura…I'll never forget you…' The pain was evident, and I knew he was doing this for me…he hadn't wanted to…but he had sacrificed his whole life…just for me…
For that I was grateful
He gave me one last fleeting look, before who hurried away into the night.
There was no evidence that he had been here, except for the basket which I now held gingerly in my arms. I opened the card with numb fingers.
Dear Sakura,
Have a Happy Easter
Love Syaoran.
It was short and sweet…like our love.
Short and sweet.
We'd never been given a chance, and now it was too late.
Looking up at the dark sky, dotted with pinpricks of tiny stars, I sighed and picked up the basket, closing the door behind me.
"This wasn't supposed to happen," I whispered. "We were supposed to have a fairytale ending…you and I…"
I headed back to my room, resolving not to tell Kero or anybody else. Just as I had promised, I would have to let everything go…
"Happy Easter to you to…"
Fin
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Oh my God! I can't believe I wrote that!!!
I'm gonna cry…that's soooo sad.
On a happier topic…r+r plz!!
Kleenex-warning!
I don't own CCS
Happy Easter To You Too
Amber met green for the first time in a period of four, agonizingly long years, as I stood rooted to the spot, sizing him up and down. After almost half a decade, he hadn't changed since I'd seen him last. His hair came in a tumble of auburn as his amber gaze never left my own emerald one. And God, he was hot. He'd relinquished his twelve-year-old boyhood charm, to be replaced by a sixteen-year-old's breath-taking, knee-buckling, completely-on-fire, God-I'll die-if-I-don't-have-him, appeal.
"Happy Easter, Sakura," he said, offering me a basket of chocolate as if that would be enough to make up for hardly returning the cr@pload of letters I'd sent him, or the phone calls which had given me the nickname of "Kaiju Stalker" regards to Touya.
"Happy Easter?" I echoed incredulously. "For god's sake, Syaoran. I'm a friggin over-weight, depressed teenager who has nowhere to go or nothing to do on Easter day except obsess over the one guy who totally forgets about her the moment he leaves the airport! And I'm supposed to have a Happy Easter?!"
Syaoran cringed at my frank outburst and looked downward guiltily. I knew he was feeling bad about it all, and there might have even been a chance that he'd had no choice in the matter, but I didn't care. I had some serious venting to do.
"Four tubs, Syaoran!" I continued. "That's how much ice-cream I consumed in less than four days of your departure! And in those few days, you didn't even call to tell me if you got home safely. You never even sent me a single god damn picture!"
"Sakura…I'm really…sorry…I…the Clan…"
I sighed. The Clan. For the four years that Syaoran and I had been apart, I'd learnt to hate those two words. The Clan. They had been the reason why Syaoran had left…why we could never be together…
He looked so miserable, there on the front step of my home, like he didn't belong there anymore. It was almost as if, in the process of becoming a teenager, he'd lost his right to be here – in Tomoeda. "The Clan…" he hastened to explain. "They wouldn't let me…they…"
I cut him off. "Forget the Clan," I pleaded, looking earnestly into his eyes. "Leave them if they won't give you your freedom…you can stay here with me. And if they come looking…we'll run…" I trailed off as I saw the sadness in his amber eyes.
"Sakura…I can't just do that. We're not naïve little twelve-year-olds anymore. I have a family…they need me…"
"And me?" I prompted. "What about me, Syaoran? Now that you're Clan Leader, are you just going to forget about me?"
His face was pained and for the first time since I'd first seen him on the front step, I noticed how old and serious his face looked. He was too young to be tied down with responsibilities and complications. Couldn't they see that?
"I have a family //now\\" he repeated, adding the last word to make sure I understood what he meant.
I felt my face go pale, devoid of any colour. My whole body went cold and I suddenly felt like throwing up the dinner I'd had that evening.
"N-no…" I stammered, drawing back. "You said I was the only one for you…"
I looked at him accusingly, challenging him to take it all back. Begging him to tell me he was just joking. He only stared back, his auburn hair being toyed with by the wind.
"I didn't want to, Sakura," he told me. "But in time…I learnt to care for her."
He looked at me for any reaction, hoping that I wouldn't take it so hard.
I felt like a ton of bricks had been pushed to my chest, so that I couldn't breathe.
Of course I was gonna take this hard. How else was I supposed to take it?
Here was the man I'd loved since I was old enough to have those kinds of feelings, telling me that he cared for somebody else.
"You care for her…" I said slowly. "But…you love me…"
I looked him in the eyes. "Is that right?"
"Please don't make this any harder than it already is, Sakura," he begged. "Of course I love you…nothing can change that…"
He sighed and ran his fingers through his unruly hair. "But I can't leave them…it wouldn't be right…"
"Them…" I echoed, playing with a strand of hair. "Does this mean…?"
Syaoran nodded. "Ying Fa…I named her after you…"
"But you're only sixteen," I protested. "That's not right!"
He shrugged, and I could tell he was trying so hard not to cry. "Please Sakura…I'm not even supposed to be here. I just came to tell you…so that you could just forget about me…just forget about us…"
Tears stung my eyelids as I heard those words. They were so harsh and final, mocking my dreams of us…together…
He leaned over to sweep a strand of hair out of my eyes, but I brushed his hand away absent-mindedly. The touch that used to be able to heat my body like a million scorching flames, now made me shiver with cold.
"You know I can't do that…" I whispered, brushing my tears away defiantly. "You know how long I waited for you to come back…and now…"
"Life isn't meant to be fair, Sakura," he sighed. "If I'd had my way, you would've been killed. This way…you'll be safe."
I opened my mouth to argue with him. To tell him that it wouldn't have mattered. I wouldn't have minded dying just for the chance for us to be together…
But I stopped myself. It was done. Over.
No use crying over spilt milk.
"I love you, Syaoran…"
"I love you, Sakura…I'll never forget you…' The pain was evident, and I knew he was doing this for me…he hadn't wanted to…but he had sacrificed his whole life…just for me…
For that I was grateful
He gave me one last fleeting look, before who hurried away into the night.
There was no evidence that he had been here, except for the basket which I now held gingerly in my arms. I opened the card with numb fingers.
Dear Sakura,
Have a Happy Easter
Love Syaoran.
It was short and sweet…like our love.
Short and sweet.
We'd never been given a chance, and now it was too late.
Looking up at the dark sky, dotted with pinpricks of tiny stars, I sighed and picked up the basket, closing the door behind me.
"This wasn't supposed to happen," I whispered. "We were supposed to have a fairytale ending…you and I…"
I headed back to my room, resolving not to tell Kero or anybody else. Just as I had promised, I would have to let everything go…
"Happy Easter to you to…"
Fin
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Oh my God! I can't believe I wrote that!!!
I'm gonna cry…that's soooo sad.
On a happier topic…r+r plz!!