Sakura sat there on her bed leaning against her wall, on the other side was Syaoran. He had fallen asleep, she sighed. He was probably collapsed on his bed, it was now her turn to listen to him breathing. She missed the days when clones didn't exsist and she could smile.

It was horrible, every night, he would press his ear against the wall, to listen to her breathing and every night he would fall asleep and she would sit awake, unable to sleep.

She could tell the others knew her pain, they just never said anything. She could tell Syaoran wanted to say something sometimes, but never did.

She looked around in her room till she found her mirrior, she could just barely see her detales in the the moon's light. She always had bags under her eyes and her eyes held nothing at all.

She twist around and looked at the sky, from her place on her bed. She could see a single flock of birds fly by, she wished she could be one of them. They were so free, so care free, all together.

Sakura looked at the wall ounce again, she wished that none of this was happening, she wished her and her Syaoran, fake or not, were still happy, that the others didn't have to go through this. She felt so sorry for Fai, what he was going to have to do in the near future. She felt sorry for Kuragane, he would have to watch it all happen, with no power to stop it. Sakura could tell that he wanted to be more than friends with their mage friend, but left them alone about it, because he would rather die than admitt that.

She looked out at the sky why did life have to turn out this way, skipping from world to world, getting memories that make her cry. There was always that hole, where someone should have been, but wasn't. Just thinking about it made the princess cry. The unwanted happy, yet alone, memories unwilling flashed through her head.

She could feel the tears roll down her face, why was she always talking to herself?