The Broken Sword
Disclaimer : No, I don't own CCS or any of the characters. I wish I did....
" " - Speaking
' '- Thinking
Sakura fought the tough Arctic snow with everything she had. She was holding her hood together with her left hand and pulling herself forward with her right. The snow pierced the tender, uncovered skin on her face. She winced in pain and continued. Syaoran was farther ahead and wasn't stopping. He tried to run but the loosely packed snow was causing him to lose his grip.
"Syaoran! Stop!" Sakura yelled, her voice sounding like she was ready to cry.
"No..." he said as he pulled his hands inside his coat sleeves and continued.
"Why won't you listen to..me?" she said, trying not to burst out in tears.
"He's there. I see him," he said, his voice tough and emotionless.
"Who's there? Who do you see?"
"Him. He's there. I know it. I feel it," he repeated, walking faster. He approached a cliff but didn't seem to notice.
"Watch out! Syaoran! Stop!" Sakura yelled.
He didn't listen.