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[Aug. 4th] [Card Captor Sakura] Spring's Sorrow
Title: Spring's Sorrow
Day/Theme: Aug. 4th, she left her life on a Monday
Series: Card Captor Sakura
Character/Pairing: Eriol x Tomoyo
Rating: G
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milchstrasse and chelle_sama. ^_^ sort of a companion fic to something i wrote just recently.
There was barely any light out, she mused as she peered out the window to the skies outside. And below her she could see that the flowers he had planted had budded and were ready to bloom for this first morning. The snow outside was steadily melting; the frost on the trees and the white that covered the streets. In a few days more all remnants of this past winter would be gone, and so would she be.
His bedroom door was left slightly ajar. As she slung her bag over her shoulder she couldn't resist taking a peek at his sleeping form. His eyes were closed and she found herself smiling before moving on to the kitchen to fix his breakfast and his lunch.
She got out the makings of a clubhouse sandwich and made some tea to heat. She reheated last night's soup on the stove and fried eggs and bacon. When she was sure she was done for the morning, she cleaned up, made certain she was leaving no trace of herself. As she walked out of the little alcove she found a small dark thing peeking out from under the counter. Bending down, she picked it up and discovered it was a rose petal. She brought it to her lips and the memory of yesterday's flowers came back to her.
She passed the broom closet, the little sitting room where he liked to listen to her read. As she walked out the door she cast a glance at the calendar that was hanging on the wall. Monday, it said.
With a smile she stepped outside and closed the door quietly. The air still had a sting to it and brought fresh color to her cheeks. She moved down the steps and tied her bag to her bicycle. Today was a beautiful day, she thought as the sun lent light to the world and the buds on the ledge began unfurling. Today was a beautiful day, she thought as she pushed her bicycle onto the road and hopped on. Today was a beautiful day, she thought as she cast one last glance at the window above the door where she knew he lay still sleeping. Today was a beautiful day, she thought, to be free.
Day/Theme: Aug. 4th, she left her life on a Monday
Series: Card Captor Sakura
Character/Pairing: Eriol x Tomoyo
Rating: G
This will be familiar to
milchstrasse and chelle_sama. ^_^ sort of a companion fic to something i wrote just recently.There was barely any light out, she mused as she peered out the window to the skies outside. And below her she could see that the flowers he had planted had budded and were ready to bloom for this first morning. The snow outside was steadily melting; the frost on the trees and the white that covered the streets. In a few days more all remnants of this past winter would be gone, and so would she be.
His bedroom door was left slightly ajar. As she slung her bag over her shoulder she couldn't resist taking a peek at his sleeping form. His eyes were closed and she found herself smiling before moving on to the kitchen to fix his breakfast and his lunch.
She got out the makings of a clubhouse sandwich and made some tea to heat. She reheated last night's soup on the stove and fried eggs and bacon. When she was sure she was done for the morning, she cleaned up, made certain she was leaving no trace of herself. As she walked out of the little alcove she found a small dark thing peeking out from under the counter. Bending down, she picked it up and discovered it was a rose petal. She brought it to her lips and the memory of yesterday's flowers came back to her.
She passed the broom closet, the little sitting room where he liked to listen to her read. As she walked out the door she cast a glance at the calendar that was hanging on the wall. Monday, it said.
With a smile she stepped outside and closed the door quietly. The air still had a sting to it and brought fresh color to her cheeks. She moved down the steps and tied her bag to her bicycle. Today was a beautiful day, she thought as the sun lent light to the world and the buds on the ledge began unfurling. Today was a beautiful day, she thought as she pushed her bicycle onto the road and hopped on. Today was a beautiful day, she thought as she cast one last glance at the window above the door where she knew he lay still sleeping. Today was a beautiful day, she thought, to be free.