Even in the Cold Night
I shut the door to my room softly...I don't like being interrupted when I'm watching my
videos.
What videos, you ask?
If you know anything about me, that should be obvious.
But maybe you don't, so I'll just tell you.
They're not any kind of movie title you can buy in a store...though I watch as many of
those as the next girl. But these are much more special. These are things I treasure; I always
know I'll smile when the screen flickers to life out of the darkness...
Because they're of the person I love.
Hm? Who? Not a movie star, no.
Sorry. It's a secret.
Too much of a secret for even my own good...because even she doesn't know; doesn't
realize.
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ne, does everyone become this lonely when they fall in love?
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It's funny that way, isn't it? How I record her every movement on videotape...so I can
take it home with me, and relive every second I'm with her. I can push pause, and just watch her
smiling face...forever. A moment in her life is an eternity for me. And just with this, I'm
content.
So...isn't it funny, how while my eyes never leave her face...never wanting to waste a
second with her...and how I notice every detail...
And yet she never figures it out?
Un. I love her.
But she'll never know.
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ne, even more than the black darkness, does deep pain embrace you?
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A slight smile tugs at my lips as I toy with a strand of my hair...the hair grown out
long like my mother wanted...
My mother was in love too, once. Ever since she was young...
But her heart was slowly, slowly broken over the years. Slowly shattering as she sank into
jealousy.
She couldn't stand watching her loved one be happy with someone else.
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all of it was only for our sake, so that we could shine, I'm certain
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...my mother's become bitter about it over the years. I look at her, seeing how she
hasn't moved on at all after Nadeshiko-san's death, and I can feel my heart aching. Each time I
notice that faraway look in her eyes...her gaze shifting to that chest where a bouquet is locked
away...the flowers dried and dead.
Like my mother. Those flowers...they're where my mother's life stopped, when she pushed
pause.
Ever since I can remember, I've grown up watching my mother thinking of "what-if"s over
all these years. She won't allow herself to forgive, to forget...and she still says angrily that
Nadeshiko-san was stolen away, still glares at Fujitaka-san with eyes like ice.
But she doesn't understand. Nadeshiko-san was happy, really happy because she fell in
love.
I love my mother so much.
But she was so selfish.
And sometimes, it makes me wonder, did she ever really, I mean *really*, love
Nadeshiko-san at all?
Because...when I see my loved one's face lighting up with joy...her emerald eyes
sparkling...a smile making everyone's day brighter...
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you, I love you, I'm watching you in my heart
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It makes my heart fill up with joy in those moments, and I'd do anything at all to keep
her smiling forever.
Even giving her up?
Of course. I won't let heartache kill me bit by bit. Every time I catch a glimpse of
longing in my mother's eyes when she mentions Nadeshiko-san's name...I think to myself, promise
myself, that I won't let myself become like her. I'll be so happy for the one I love, my heart
will continue overflowing with these feelings always...so that I can always keep an honest smile
on my face; never even think of the word "regret".
Because, ne, she has someone she loves, too.
Someone she can confide in...someone who knows her...someone who'll be able to
understand her feelings as well as me.
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you, I believe in you, even in the cold night
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...maybe she doesn't even know she loves him herself, yet. But I can tell. She trusts
him, it's just the way she looks at him. These days, she's ever so slowly moving away from
me...going to him with her problems...he's her shoulder to cry on now.
Not me.
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with my eyes, I call out to you now
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And why I don't say this bitterly, in a voice tainted with anger and regret? So cold to
the world, because she has Li-kun always...and I only have her smiling face on videotape to
console me when I feel heartbroken?
There are times when I do wonder; why do I always shove them together? Why don't I try to
get between them? I could. If I did...I could play make-believe...she could be mine
forever...and then...
...and then I'd be exactly like my mother was. Always in denial of what was meant to be.
I won't ruin this.
I'll watch her quietly from the sidelines- never getting too close, too involved in her
love. I won't stand between the two of them.
Why?
Because she'll be happy, of course.
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"I..." I hesitate for just a moment, looking away. "I want the one I love to be happy,
more than to love me in return."
I turn my gaze back to her...her sweet eyes staring into mine...so full of innocent
confusion.
"...are you saying, you don't even care if the one you love doesn't love you?"
I shut my eyes, replying softly.
"Of course, I would be happy if that person returned my love."
I open them, smiling at her.
It's not a forced smile, it's genuine and real.
I can't be bitter, because...
"Because...the one I love being happy...is the greatest happiness of all."
She blinks, the thought taking a moment to register for her...she seems completely in
the dark.
But for one moment, I see understanding flickering inside those emerald gems...
And then it's gone as she smiles at me.
"...I'm sure, the one Tomoyo-chan loves is really happy."
I gaze at her...and for a moment, it's just like I've pushed pause on the video; I feel
like I could live inside this moment forever...
And she turns away, and it's gone.
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...I hope you're right, Sakura-chan.
That you're happy.
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I don't want your promises
with my eyes, I reach out to you now
even in the cold night
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