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Blinded (Tomoyo/Sakura)
Title: Blinded
Words: 291
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Series: Cardcaptor Sakura
Pairing: Daidouji Tomoyo/Kinomoto Sakura
Author: rhap_chan
Artist: sky_pirate_tat
Theme Set: Dark themes, #1
Rating: G
Warnings/Spoilers: shojo ai
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Summary: Blindness is used as a metaphor all too often, but Tomoyo can see how it applies.
Blindness is used as a metaphor all too often, so I hesitate to apply it to myself. I see well, no contacts or glasses needed, and often I see much more than people who are simply looking.
Still, she has blinded me.
There, I said it (well, wrote it down on this page that I will burn in the future so no one else but me can read this drivel). She has blinded me with her light, made me turn my eyes away from anyone else in favor of her happy glow.
It's like the mosquitos in the summer who are unavoidably drawn to the mosquito zapper. They go down in a shower of sparks, an inelegant death, but it is perhaps preferable to my silence.
I love her, but I will never tell her again. I am blinded by her joy at loving Syaoran and she is blind to my feelings. Her happiness will have to be my happiness. A secondhand happiness is better than none, and much better than hurting Sakura with my feelings for her.
The metaphor is used too often, but that doesn't mean it isn't true.
"Tomoyo-chan! Tomoyo-chan!" she calls out, and waves for me to join her at the fence. Syaoran is playing soccer today so we have come out to see him. I should not be taking the time to write in this notebook, but better this notebook than that inelegant death in a shower of sparks.
I can't tell her I love her. So I write it down.
I leave the bleachers to join her. She smiles at Syaoran in a way she has never smiled at me.
If it's darkest before the dawn, then what sick God made Sakura the dawn for me?
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A good use of a common metaphor. ^_^
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