It was snowing harshly that day, yet to Syaoran, all had gone mute except Sakura’s words which rang endlessly in his mind.
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“I’m leaving for Paris Syaoran.”
A defeaning silence followed.
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Ephemeral Paradise
FanfictionA tale as old as time, a song as old as rhyme, about two lovers, worlds apart yet heavily intertwined by the strings of love. A deep red in color, as beautiful as that of a rose, yet too, held the same nauseating shade as that of blood. A story of l...
