This Place Is A Prison
By SMYGO4EVA

Uncertainty.

This feeling plagued her everywhere they went.

She didn't know if she was going to get all of her memories back. No one did, but she knew that Syaoran, her closest friend, would go to the ends of the earth to get every last feather that was made up of her precious memories. She knew that he would venture to the depths of hell just so she would live another day or even 100 years before time would come for her and let her rest in peace, sleeping for all eternity.

She wished for the day she would remember everything. She yearned for the day she would remember Syaoran, who is risking his life so he would preserve her. He was willing to die for her and in her name so she would live, even if it meant for him to cease to exist. For the memories that were a part of her, and held him in her fleeting memories, he would do anything for her.

For her.

For her safety.

For her memories.

Sakura realized that she was more important to Syaoran than anything else, and that her life had meaning to him. She didn't feel worthy of Syaoran, of his kindness, his friendship, nor did she feel that her life meant more than his. He had meaning as well as Fai, Kurogane and Mokona; they were willing to place themselves in front of the jaws of death for her, so she would remember.

Her feathers, the memories that took form of white feathers, were all over the place and yet they were unreachable in their grasp. They danced around in the different worlds they've ventured in and each feather was of utmost importance to her. She would feel their presence and then feel nothing at all, the memories only fleeting and only a single part of her soul. The memories then turn out to no longer be a part of her soul but her entire being, of which would die if the feathers weren't all collected.

She felt chained to these memories, feeling their tug upon her heart and placing her in a cage, a cage that couldn't be broken or the key to her freedom was gone unless Syaoran had the key to set her free. The echoes of Syaoran's voice would be forever in her mind and would only comfort her in her absolute times of loneliness. Until then, she would be trapped in the cage, in the cell that she put herself in, for all time.

Her memories….

They were gone.

The cage of uncertainty, or forgetfulness.

This place…

The cage…

It was a prison.

This place is a prison.

Her cage of no memories.