Sakura is confused and looks to her diary for answers. But diaries cannot write back right?
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Dear Dairy
A girl with shoulder length brown hair was tapping a pencil lightly against the pages of a small book. Her night gown was long and white, softly flowing over the edges of her chair. Slowly she begins to write…
Dear Diary,
It has been awhile since I have last written in you. I am sorry about that. It is not like I have not had anything to write, but I just have been able to bring myself to write, even within in these pages. Sigh, ever since this quest to find my lost feathers has begun I feel like I have lost myself. Even though I have been receiving memories thanks to Syaoran, but I still feel empty and lost inside. I wish I could tell someone how I feel and have them help me. I sound so selfish, I hate it but it is true. Everything that happens seems to happen because of me. I wish I could help for the search of my feathers but, Syaoran and Kurgane have me stay behind with Mokona, though that is beside the point.
What I wanted to tell you diary is how I feel empty… even though I remember more and more with each feather. Inside of my memories talk to thin air as if… as if... there is someone there I care for. I know I had no… have something important to tell someone but… but… I cannot recall who they are or what I am wanting to say. Maybe I kept a diary back in Clow Country! And one day I can read what I had wrote about before I lost my memories! That is if we ever return, which I believe I will someday… Hmm that reminds me Syaoran has never truly told me his home country maybe he could live with me in Clow. I do like him very much diary. But, I wonder why he is searching so hard to find my feathers. Everything he does it is for me. Does he ever think about himself and what he wants? Seriously! He is to kind to me… and he will not tell me why. All he says that "It is my job, hime." Job? I am a job? How that make me feel special. Since he sees me as a job! What! Does that mean he does not like... like… Syaoran! I wish you like me… because I… I… lov… ugg why can I not write it I think it but it is too hard to write… maybe it is because I do not believe he returns my feelings. He treats me like I am above him. I AM NOT! All I want to be is Syaoran's equal his friend. Someone who will talk to me about what is going on! I want to know more about him! Is that so wrong diary? Ohh how I wish you could write back to me, giving me advice and words of wisdom. Why is life so complicated! Truly it is. I cannot pen another word. I am truly sorry my dear diary. I will write again tomorrow when I am feeling better.
Yours Truly,
Sakura
Slow Sakura closes her book. Hugging herself tightly she crosses over to the window. "I wish," she whispers, "I wish my diary would help me answer my questions." Flopping down on the bed she pulls the light pink covers over her and drifts of to dream land.
This is a story I have been thinking about for a while now and just cannot wait to write it all. I hope you enjoyed it! Please review!