storypaint | April Rain (Eriol/Sakura) *repost*

Comm: 30_dreams
Words: 328
Title: April Rain
Author/Artist: rhap_chan
Pairing: Hiiragizawa Eriol/Kinomoto Sakura
Fandom: Cardcaptor Sakura
Theme: 09. haunting
Disclaimer: Cardcaptor Sakura belongs to CLAMP. This fanfic is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.

Excerpt: April is the cruelest month, the month in which we met. It is the month in which I miss you the most.

April is the cruelest month, according to the English, but I don't believe that's true. April is the month in which we met, and a treasure always to me; April is the month in which you kissed my hand and I felt a pull I never understood until you were gone.

When someone else close to you is going away, you said to me, notice how different it feels. Why did it hurt so much more when Syaoran left?

I pressed away the pain I felt when you left to cross the world and become the person you wanted to be, instead of the person you were. I pressed it away and gave my heart to Syaoran, but some small part of me wonders now in the dark if you are well, if you are happy, if you miss me too.

Now my Syaoran is long gone, my children grown, but you still haunt me in the form of an eleven-year-old boy with mischievous eyes. I'm sure you've grown, as I have, but I still remember your child's face and slick smile.

There are some things Clow couldn't predict, you told us, and I'm sure you noticed my gaze lingering on you too long, and you looked away and tended to Yue. I suppose you thought it best to interfere with my life no longer.

April is the cruelest month, the English say. It has come again to my small corner of the universe, and Kero is trying to pull me away from the window watching rain splash onto the yard and near the fire. I know my bones will ache later, for I am getting old, but I always taste the rain for a hint of your presence. It was your first trick, I remember. But you are not there. You haven't been there for the past 100 April rains, and you will not be there for the next ones.

Perhaps April truly is the cruelest month.