The cool air maintained the pleasant softness of goose feathers against Syaoran Li's childlike face as he ran across the open field, slender arms outspread. It had been a while since he had felt so calm like this, since he had been so honest to himself.
No emotions were running wildly within him – in a good way. Syaoran felt no unhappiness, no adrenaline rush to make his heart stammer and shake … Everything felt at peace in his little world, and he had just one person to thank for it.
Sakura Kinomoto was the girl's name.
How any one person could single-handedly take over his world so swiftly and easily simply amazed the adolescent boy. She had come into his life not too long ago; yet he felt that he hadn't lived a day without her being there.
He continued running, light chocolate hair swishing around his head, framing his face ever so appealingly. His otherwise coffee-colored eyes were closed; it was apparent that he was in deep thought: Syaoran Li was remembering one of the most exquisite daydreams of his life.
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The two are in mid-air. How can they be? Are they flying?
Syaoran looks at himself and is astonished when he realizes that, indeed, both he and Sakura possess a pair of wings. Their wings are beautiful, really, large and white. Such wings must clearly be angel wings; yet Syaoran knows that Sakura and he are still alive.
"Sakura," he calls out, although she is not very far from him. She simply turns her head toward him, her pretty face a ray of sunshine itself, her eyes curious and attentive.
She suddenly beamed at him and carefully took his hand in hers.
'I love you," she mouths, and, with a smile, Syaoran gradually fades from wonderland back into reality.