Perhaps...
To be honest, she thought she'd never love again. After all, when the one you've loved for almost two decades breaks your heart, it's kind of difficult to mend it, isn't it?
She smiled sadly, almost bitterly, at the cast grey sky overhead, and stirred her coffee once, twice. The weather did nothing to help her sorrowful mood, though a bright, cheerful sunny day would have done her no good either. In fact, it would have just irked her more.
She watched as outside the warm, cozy café, people and umbrellas alike struggled against the blowing winds. The café was filling up now, as more and more people came in to escape the cold and flying parcels. And that was when she spotted him.
He was still the same as ever, messy chestnut brown hair and auburn eyes, but he'd grown more than a foot since she'd last seen him. Waving him over, she grinned at him delightfully, and he laughed back, eyes dancing.
"So what brings you here?" she asked, stirring her coffee meditatively.
"Just a craving for coffee and toast," he replied, placing an order with a captivated waitress.
She laughed, and his eyes softened a fraction. "Broke up with him, I suppose?" He was now digging in his pocket for lost coins.
She bit into her ginger biscuit. "I knew you'd be able to read me."
"You wear your heart on your sleeve, m'dear."
"Am I that obvious?"
"Of course. And don't attempt to change the subject." His tone was somber, and she took the hint.
"Fine," she sighed. "And yes, I told him yesterday, at the park. I suppose Tomoyo must've set us up, because there was no way I'd be able to meet him there by chance." The biscuit crackled under her teeth. "It was kind of difficult to gather up the courage, but in the end I told him, and–"
She broke off with a sigh and a wistful glance outside, and he watched her, hands on autopilot and eyes never moving from her. The smell of freshly baked bread filled the silence between them, and she took another sip of her coffee, eyes not meeting his.
"Have you told Tomoyo yet?" She turned, startled, and shook her head, before turning her face to her coffee and lapsing back into silence.
He asked no more questions, and the silence continued for the rest of their meal, but she could have fancied that his hand had brushed against hers more often than it normally did. And perhaps it was her imagination, but occasionally she thought she'd seen a little bit of annoyance hiding in the depths of his eyes, before he'd notice her staring and push it down.
They exited the café in silence, and he automatically stuck his hands in his pockets, and looked at her enquiringly. She shook her head and smiled softly. "I'll be fine," she said. "Don't worry, I won't kill myself." The corners of his mouth tilted up ever so slightly, but she noticed that his eyes still bore that worried expression that she knew so well.
She patted him gently on the arm, and he gave a resigned look. "Well, I suppose," he said, the rest of his sentence going unspoken. Then he took her by the arm, and pushed her gently in the direction of Tomoyo's house. "She wants to speak to you," he said, and disappeared in the opposite direction before she could ask any questions.
Later, at Tomoyo's house, she discovered that not only was Tomoyo unaware of what had transpired during her confession, but she had also not professed a desire to speak to her. As the two girls sat across from each other, staring in surprise, it occurred to both of them that maybe, he was so concerned about her than he'd have to get her to Tomoyo's house to make sure that she was safe.
Once they'd both come to that realization, Tomoyo's lips had curved up into a whoop of joy and laughter, and before she could say anything, Tomoyo was dancing around the room, yelling "He likes you!!!" for all the world to hear.
"Tomoyo!" she'd protested, but her friend, deaf to her protests, merely grabbed her hands and twirled her around the room.
Even as she'd protested, blushing, she couldn't help but wonder if he really loved her.
Staring out of the window at the starry night sky, she leaned on her hand and sighed dreamily, a smile curving at her lips. Perhaps, tomorrow, she'd meet him at the café, and then they'd go on a walk and she'd tell him what she'd learnt, and then, perhaps, he'd tell her what was the emotion hiding in the depths of his eyes every time he heard her talking about her two-decade-old love, or why his eyes softened in a way different from the way Tomoyo's eyes or Yukito's eyes softened.
And then, perhaps, she'd be able to tell him about the little seed of emotion buried in the depths of her heart, quietly blossoming during the past decade or so since she'd known him.
And then, perhaps, she'd love again.
Author's Note: This is my first fic that I've actually posted on FanFiction, so please excuse me if this isn't up to standard. And this didn't go past a beta reader. Please review so that I may know how to improve further!