Dearest Eriol.

With much love, I leave you the deeds to the summer home and ranch where we have shared our fondest memories together. By this time, I would've already passed away. I lament that I could not share with you the details of my last days for it would have broken my heart to see you in sorrow. If indeed these are my last written words, I would like to confide in you that even after the days of our fateful crossing, I still thought of you. Until my death, I've thought of you. I do regret that we left on such ... regrettable terms and that I had hoped you left in peace, but as all things in this world goes wrong, you left in distraught. Well, I would like to say that I hoped I've completed every wish you have asked me to perform. I had gone out with the light of fulfilling your last wish. Live on like I intended you to. With Kaho and your children. I thank you for every happy moment that you've brought to my life and I assure you, you've brought me every possible happiness in the world. If you had done me sadness, do not burden yourself with any guilt for it has probably been of my own doing. I bid you farewell, Eriol.

I love you, Tomoyo

P.s. And Eriol... I have not run broken my promise. I'll see you at the Gates.

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After the day I read her rueful final testament to me, I promised I would live my life to its fullest... even though, deep down, in the crevice of my true being, I yearned ever more to see her.

She had tried so hard to keep me happy and had known so much it would hurt to have me see her go that I could not fail her.

After her leave, everywhere I had gone reminded me of her. Everyday of my life after she left me, I reflected on the life we had used to share together. Until one day, it dawned on me.

As much pain as it had brought me, it had brought me unforgivable joy and unconditional love by someone who sat waiting for me as of the moment. You don't miss it until it's really gone... yes, I've heard that saying countless times, but I never cared to think of it until now. I finally understand the true meaning of it.

I took her for granted. I never noticed how much she sacrificed for me. I wanted Kaho, she had helped. I wanted comfort, she had comforted. I wanted love, she had provided, though I had been too dense to notice.

But I grew up. I had children of my own. I've bestowed my family with joys a husband and father could only give. When Tomoyo had died, a part of me died as well. I hid it, though. For I, too, could not bear to see sadness upon the children I loved so dearly. I promised to make Kaho happy and I tried. Though often she would wind her arms around me and I think she could fee; how distant I was inside.

But as time went by, I watched my children grow. My son becoming a doctor and my daughter becoming a director. I saw happiness in the eyes of my wife, as she grew old with me sharing the many delights of parenthood. It brought me elation to see that I have finally done something right in my life.

Now, I fear the end is coming. In a sense, a fear that all humans felt when the end came, but an excitement and eagerness to leave as well. For unlike many, I have someone waiting for me. I feel my old bones rejoicing in the youth again. I prepare myself as I take flight to once again reunite with the other part of my life. The one that would complete my soul and take me to serenity.

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He always was a good man. Always dedicated in making a life for his family. Always trying to make me happy even though, I knew I could never wholly have his heart. He never knew that I had known of his meeting with Tomoyo after our marriage. And I never confronted him with it. It just didn't feel right.

I could still remember the day after she had gone when he came back to me. I don't know how much he had grieved, but the night he took me home, he had defiantly showed no sorrow.

The way he touched me the few nights later illusioned me to believe the passion he disclosed. The fickle fire that made me burned endless 'til morning. Together we had two children. We had a somewhat perfectly life. Everyone had been happy. Everyone, perhaps, except for the man who gave all his own happiness away.

True, he always smiled. He always laughed joyously when our family enjoyed times together, but in his heart, there was a part that remained untouched my human life. As much as I liked to deny it, I always had a hint that I could never make him whole. And maybe, that part of him was never meant to be made whole in life. At least not by me. In a way, you could say he lived his life in a lie, but then again life was a complicated web of many intertwined things.

Five days ago, my husband passed away. I do not know if I should be happy or sad for him. He always seemed a little eager to leave. It always felt like there was some part of him that wanted to depart and escape. We all lead intricate existences and conceivably, Eriol had it the hardest, but in final conclusion, I've decided that I am happy for him.

He had been a faithful husband, a good father, but above all... he had been the best actor.

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He finally saw it. The entrance he remembered seeing so many decades ago. The doorway in which his true happiness had gone through. Now he met it, too, in his rejuvenated, young form. With it came a rush of unbelievable coldness as he lighted his final candle.

He made his long journey in the dark pacing quickly. Every step came with a heartbeat and soon his paces outwitted his heartbeat as he broke into a sprint. He could feel it.

An utter brightness that slowly pieced the missing shards of his partly isolated heart. A fullness that occupied his incomplete void.

Then he distinguished the light at the end of the tunnel. The ever-used cliché that now appeared before his eyes. A blinding, warm luminosity that shined more brilliant as he quickly approached it.

Like a moth pulled into the radiance, he willingly came forward meeting it head on with fervent opened eyes.

It stung wonderfully. In all his completion, it no longer hurt. He was blinded.

With this blindness, he reached out as he overcame the final doorway. A hand he could feel. A hand that was smooth and refined. Soft as a summer's breeze, but as reassuring as the foundations of the earth.

He blinked his eyes countless time before he could figure out the haze that stood before him. Until he saw the ethereal golden bars that was marked by two alabaster columns.

There. there she was. Smiling ever so radiantly. Bending down on both knees to greet him. He could see her clearly now. He saw her as he did the last time he was still on earth. A silken robe that graced her thin, milked-stained figure and heavenly pearls that laced her shining obsidian locks.

He highered his eyes awestruck. Jaw wide open as he had done when she told him she was going to the prom with someone other than himself.

He, with the help of the angel, slowly brought myself upon my feet. Like time has stopped, there they once stood again. The young master Eriol and the young mistress Tomoyo. Frozen in a picture. He locked his eyes with hers. And even after death, she still smiled bashfully as he lifted her chin and cupped her face with his hands.

And for the first time after she had gone, he smiled genuinely and slowly plied her rose petal lips. He lightly bit her lower lip and plunged passionately into their long awaited kiss.

Wordlessly, he reluctantly pulled away as she met his eyes, tugged on his freshly-pressed white collared shirt sleeve, and led him home.

Like most stories ended... living, if you could say, happily ever after.