dedicated to the people who have long waited for this fic, especially to Flora and JM.
Tomoyo Daidouji sipped her tea tensely as Kaho Mizuki watched her quizically.
"You came here to talk about something, Tomoyo?" prompted Kaho.
Twenty-one year old Tomoyo reached for a torn picture she taped back together in her shoulder bag. She was about tos how it to the woman when she stopped.
Would showing the picture to Kaho do any good? Would it make her feel better if she breaks the wedding plans of two people in love with each other? Would it stop her tears from flowing if another woman cries too?
She pushed back the picture at the bottom of her things and instead took her camera. "I want to take a few shots of you before the wedding so I can place it in your wedding album."
Kaho laughed. "That is so sweet of you! For a while there, I thought we were going to discuss something very serious."
She forced a smile.
After an hour of photo session, Tomoyo left the Hiiragizawa residence. On her way out of the gates, she encountered Eriol Hiiragizawa who just gout out of his black sedan.
"T-Tomoyo!" His eyes lit up.
"Hey.." she awkwardly greeted. She tried to sidestep him, but he deliberately blocked her way.
"Tomoyo, listen! You've been avoiding me for days already and I'm getting sick of it! I miss you already!" he said earnestly.
"Hiiragizawa Eriol, may I remind you that in less than 24 hours, you will be a married man. Now quit talking like that before your bride assumes something is happening betwwen us!" she hissed.
"But something is happening between us!" He reached out for her. "I told you, I want you now more than Kaho!"
"Eriol, stop it!" she whispered fiercely.
"No. I kow you feel the same way too. I could feel it," he insisted.
"Eriol, please shut up! I certainly do not feel-" Her words were cut off by his passionate kiss. For a moment, she lost control of herself. She responded whole-heartedly to his seeking mouth. Her strength started to get eroded by his fire.
Their mouths parted, and Tomoyo exhaustedly pulled away. She then found herself violently trembling. Hot liquids streamed down her cheeks. "Oh god.."
He didn't let go of her. "See? Why do we have to make things so hard for us? We both want each other."
Tomoyo shook her head. "It's wrong, Eriol. We'll just hurt Kaho."
"But what about us?" he asked softly.
"There's nothing to talk about us!" she said curtly despite the stinging pain in her heart.
"I would rather sin this way than hurt her!" she shot back. "This is just pure attraction. This feeling will soon fade."
"I think not, " he said sadly. "Come on, let's tell Kaho that I will back out from the wedding."
Tomoyo's eyes widened. She then furiously slapped Eriol. "Do that and I will hate you..forever!" With that, she freed herself from his grasp and stormed out of the compund.
Her head was aching, her heart was breaking, and she was helplessly crying her heart out. She was pathetic, falling to pieces because of a man who would be married tomorrow.
"Baka..baka,baka,BAKA!" she told herself as she took the picture from her shoulder bag. It showed Eriol making out with someone definitely not his fiancee.
Had she given this picture to Kaho, it would have meant Eriol's freedom and her chance of happiness with him.
"But I can't.. I can never be happy knowing this happiness was stolen from someone else," she whispered.
She threw the picture down the gravel path as she rested wearily on a bench.
She wished she had not volunteered to be the videographer of the Mizuki-Hiiragizawa nuptial.
She wished she had not captured this stupid picture of Eriol's infidelity.
As her tears flowed, her memories did too.
Everything came back to her.
The day that started this whole mess.