S T A R T

From the beginning, we come to the end… Then the beginning again.

Konnichiwa. I am Daidouji Tomoyo.

I'm not really sure where to start. Some psychologist told us if we wrote it down, it would make us feel better. In all truth, I think it'll just make it worse, but at least we've all made a promise to not look at what anyone else has written.

Everyone else is so jumbled up and confused, so anything else in here will probably be practically impossible to understand.

I think I'll start from the beginning.

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I think it was when Sakura began telling Syaoran something.

It wasn't either of their faults, really. Sakura was getting desperate to tell him, and Syaoran was the best student in the whole school, so the school was basically saying, "If you don't do well, we won't like you anymore. No pressure."

People can be such idiots.

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Syaoran was in an especially bad mood that day. He didn't mean to brush Sakura off, he especially didn't mean to take out his anger on Sakura, the only person he ever liked. But it's kind of hard to speak normally to your crush, and you'll snap under great pressure.

I'd never seen Sakura run so fast, or Syaoran look so guilty. But he didn't chase after her, and we both went home.

Ring ring, the phone call that marked the beginning.

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I'm not an idiot. I've been friends with Sakura since forever, basically. Cousins, best friends, all that stuff. I could see that her smile wasn't the same.

It was so obviously forced.

But I'm not the one that could do anything about it.

It was pretty painful, watching her smile while no one else or a specific someone did anything.

I could already see her wilting.

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Syaoran hasn't spoken to her yet.

I watch Sakura try to say something with a pain in my heart.

I watch her heart break all over again.

And still, Syaoran doesn't say a thing.

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Sakura's eyes were getting dangerous.

Not dangerous to us, dangerous to her own self.

I don't know what to do anymore

I can't do anything..

Help her already, you stupid idiot.

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She's always looking outside nowadays.

The look in her eyes… It gives me an especially bad feeling.

All of us are dying, watching her.

Sakura, Sakura, my dearest best friend and cousin… Where are you?

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Her smile… It's growing even more strained.

The doctors think she can go soon. Damn them.

I don't know what to write anymore. It feels like I can't do anything to help her.

Someone, please…

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Syaoran still hasn't spoken.

I can't speak to her anymore, either. It's just… she doesn't seem to even want to listen anymore. And when she doesn't want something, she won't.

I think I'm breaking as well.

I'm walking on glass shards of Sakura's broken heart.

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Tomoyo went home after so many urges from Fujitaka and Touya. They said that Sakura needed her thinking time.

Yet she had a horrible feeling that this was all going much too wrong.

When the call came, the phone was dropped with a clatter.

I… I don't know.

Someone, please, someone, I don't know, Just PLEASE!

She… She's gone and broken herself again.

Just… She can't see.

She can't walk.

She can't talk.

She can't do ANYTHING but hear now.

But would she listen?

Onegai, someone…

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Her eyes, her eyes…

Darkened completely.

Blank.

That horrid nothingness.

Irreversible.

You're telling me those beautiful green eyes can't see?

Impossible.

This is stupidity.

I can't accept this.

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He finally speaks.

The curse is broken.

No one knows how relieved I am.

Thank you, Syaoran. For bringing her back.

So much to say…

I think I'll wait until they're done talking.

Then we can start over again.