PROLOGUE: THE MEMORIES

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Disclaimer: Everything in this is fictitious. I don't own CCS (hey.. everybody knows this) and Flyleaf. "Tiny Heart" is just one of my favorite songs.
The lyrics kills me, and I love it. (yeah!) Feel free to react about this. (I'm not a writer; I just love writing. Hehe.)

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Keys: This was a mistake! I think I don't have to write anything about this. It was quite understood that ".." is for dialogue, italic texts represents the thoughts, etc..


--oOo--

Syaoran (writing on his diary)
Location: London, United Kingdom
Day: Monday
Date: April 13, 2015,
Time: 11:01pm

Hi,

It has been years since that almost perfect day happened.

On a spring, under a cherry blossom tree at the Penguin Park,

Sakura and I were giving music our best shot. T'was a bright

monday morning where those Cherry Blossom trees looked so beautiful

(that I cannot even find the right words to describe them). Now is 11:04pm,

around seven o'clock in Japan right now – the usual meeting time we had.

This jetlag really lasted for years; I still can't sleep.I missed those days.

We jam almost every day. I played the guitar and she sang adorably.

We had always sung songs – those Flyleaf songs. 'Tiny Heart' is one of our favorites.

"Tiny heart, stuck inside yourself
When will you open up for me?
I love you so, wanna meet you again
Before one of us must go."

Oh, those lyrics run through my head all the time, repeatedly. I can still hear her singing.

Your lips touched every hand but mine. And then she says, "I love the way this part goes."

Bewitched by the voice I hear, I smile. "So do I." Man, everything seems

to be in the right place at the right time. We were just teenagers by then. I was 19

and she was 18. We barely knew things about each other 'coz we had been acquainted

only four months ago (December, 2007), and we rarely talk. All we do is jam, sing,

and dance like hobbits (yeah. Hmm. Did I spell it right?) We were a good duo.

Those four months were filled with awards, medals, and certificates we got from

the competitions we've joined and won. We hadn't even experienced to lose one.

That was the way I liked it. It was nearly perfect – until something happened.

For that reason, I'm stucked here in London and was bounded by my numerous

diaries for several years (which I thought I'll never be able to do beforehand).

For seven years, I mourn. Regret, I must say, is all I have.

(knock knock knock)

"Oh dear Syaoran!! Syaoran!! Are you in there?" That high-pitched voice sounded like a siren.

"Wait! I'm coming. Meiling?"

(bangin the door) "Yes my dear. I miss you so much!! Open the door!!"

"Why are you here? Oh well, I guess Mom's with you. Tell Mom I'll be there in a sec." Syaoran said. "And Please... Don't shout... Don't bang the door stupid! Everybody's asleep. People could be awaken." He added.

"Yes, my dear. I'm trying not to be too loud..." Meiling replied. "I'm still in the process though!"

(Meiling constantly knocking at the door) Yeah right. This sucks. He said at the back of his mind repeatedly. I wonder what made them come here at this very late hour.

Pulling the chair back, Syaoran also stood up. He secured his unfinished writing on his safety box and put it under his pillow. Hmmm. another long, tough discussion I guess.


--oOo--

Sakura (the morning before her concert)
Location: Tokyo, Japan
Day: Tuesday
Date: April 14, 2015
Time: 7am

"Ohayo. The door is open so I decided to…" Tomoyo greeted her friend, but was shocked by what we saw. She ran into her and said, "Sakura, what happened?"

(Sobs) "I missed him so much Tomoyo." Sakura replied with watery eyes. "I've had that dream again. I can't do the concert tonight."

Tomoyo taps her at the back , "Sakura, don't say that. It'll be ok. Besides, I've brought you some.."

"No. It's April 14, remember? Of course it's not ok." Sakura replied hastily.

"Oh C'mon. I've brought you some food. I know you don't usually eat during the 14th of April, but you have to. See, it has been seven years since you last saw him. You never texted him, nor answered any of his calls. You said you didn't want to talk to him again. You dumped him, remember? Besides, dude, you've headed far off. You're now a rock star. You've reached your dream – this BIG DREAM we, once, had been blabbing about in college. Dude, you succeeded. What does your concert tonight mean if you didn't? You'll see, it's just a blessing in disguise."

Sakura hugged Tomoyo tightly and cried very hard.

She knew it. It was her fault after all – she made him go away.

I know, Tomoyo. It had been so long. But I can't get him out of my head. In fact, he's the inspiration of my songs. I always wanted to see him again –that's why I dream, that's why I love to sleep and hate to wake up. She knew she can't say those words to Tomoyo directly.

"Sakura.." Tomoyo said with concern.

Sakura, then, wiped away her tears and said, "Oh well! Enough of the drama! I will not let that bad fucken memory damage this concert I'm having this evening! So, rise up Sakura!! You can do it!"

You are not an expert liar Sakura, but thanks for trying to make me not to worry about you. Instead of letting Sakura know what she really thought, Tomoyo said, "That's how I like it Sakura. You always view things positively! You got the personality!"

Sakura's momentum faded again. "Yeah. I guess, this is how it was meant to be."

"Now, you get dressed, and we're going to the spa." Tomoyo said excitedly, "You will be so kawaii at your concert tonight, I promise you! Your fans will all be surprised!" (giggles)

Being shocked, Sakura's emerald green eyes widened, "WHAT? NO WAY!"

Actually, Sakura's image as a rock star means not being girly, and, hence, not going into public spas or something. Good thing this is quite reasonable and possible for her 'coz she got the natural beauty; she really doesn't need it.

"Haha! I guess I should've gone to Hollywood! Just kidding! Fooled ya!" Tomoyo tried to joke, but Sakura was silent. "Hey, you mad?" Tomoyo followed up.

(a moment of silence)

Sakura started to smile mischievously.

"Haha! Fooled ya too!" Sakura jumped in extreme happiness.

"Now we're quits. C'mon, let's eat, see, I've brought you some food."

"Oh ok. It was my first breakfast in seven years. I really don't eat when it's April 14." Sakura mumbled.

"Change is the only constant dude! Now is your time." (wink!) "Ok. Wait right there. I'll prepare the food, you go fix yourself." Tomoyo added

"Hai!" an excited yet gloomy voice came out from the rock star.

"You don't have to hide it Sakura, I know you're really sad. Just be yourself." Tomoyo walked toward the kitchen to unpack the food she brought. "Besides, you can't wear that face during your concert this evening. I know you're a strong girl. I believe you are."

(Half-smiling) Sakura was still there. Standing, and thinking about what Tomoyo said. She believes in her.

Oh Tomoyo. Thanks for being my friend. Thanks for being there.


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