Hellos from the author,

So I think my own imagination when a little crazy in this first one. This a three part story and I hope to guys read and enjoy it. If you don't tell me why so I can work on it for future references. Thanks and enjoy!

P.S. I do NOT own anything related to or associated with Sakura Kinomoto/Avalon or Li Syaoran and Cardcaptors. :)

Let's start at the end. I find that to usually be a good place to start. Because it was at this end that my day dreams began.

We were riding the subway train rails, just like always, each stop bring us closer to separation. It was already decided that we would break apart, but that did not keep the pain of heart break away. His hand held mine tight, as I buried my face in his strong shoulder. We said nothing, only listening to the sounds of the steel on steel motion of the train. I was silently hoping there would be something on the tracks that could cause a delay, and stop, and hesitation, to inevitable ahead of us. It continued on to the destination, speeding past quiet towns and preoccupied people. To me it felt like the speed of the train was quicker than usual.

Three stops away.

My eyes began to water in preparation. Those warm soft brown eyes looked down at me when he heard the sounds of my sniffs. "Why are you crying, my love?" His question is asked with the sweetest of tones that I will miss.

"What other reason would I have to cry?" Honestly, he thought I was happy with the previously made decision. Shouldn't my firm grip on his hand convey at least that much? This was not making me happy so I would not smile!
"Don't cry. Please." He pleads such a simple request, but I was unable to oblige. I answered, "I'm trying to."

Two stops away.

Next thing I feel is his finger under my chin. It's what he always does when I refuse to look at him face to face. My heart pained, knowing I won't have the joys of such a familiar action any more. I let him raise my face to his as a fresh tear rolls down my check before he wiped it away, "it's not as if this is the last time we'll meet." He tried to point out the positive in that slim truth, but my mind only focused on the reality of probability. "But for how long. It could be years before we see each other again," I wanted him to show me the light in that; the positive, but he meet my reasoning with continued silence. The only response was in his eyes, as they unrelentingly held my own gaze.

One stops away.

He brings me into his arms, as I take it all in. I know it will be my last time and I wish to remember his touch, his smell, his eyes, and his smile for as long as my memory allows. "I'll miss you," we say it at the same time, but we both want to utter three different words. However, the right to say them had been giving up.

*Ding* *Ding* (the sounds of the train door opens to his stop)

The train doors fly open, he backs out of our embrace and leans into my face, placing one last kiss on my lips, so light I question if he really did kiss me. Cold wind from outside sweeps in and wraps around me the way his arms use to, and it makes me shiver. He rises from his seat next to me and out the doors just before they closed behind him. That's it. As the train picks up it expedition again, my window glides past him to give me one more look and then just as quick he is out of my life. And that was the end of what use to be "us."

Now's when my ever so vivid and ever so cruel daydreams begin, all of him. I dreamt of our reunion and the way our futures would unfold if the reunion never occurs. There were 3 top scenarios that my imagination enjoyed playing again and again over all the others…

Scenario #1

For this daydream, there was no location in particular that triggered it. Usually it was when I was sitting alone, anywhere and had free space in my mind to let it drift. Back on the subway trains, in the school library, or at the dinner table after everyone else left for the evening, I would be thrown right into what I wish could happen.

My dreamland matches the surroundings I am currently sitting in, let's say I am on the train and the dream engulfs me. I ride along passing stop after stop, not paying much attention to the faces of people getting on or off. Then it hits me, my senses spring to life and are on high alert. I feel a pair of eyes watching me, but no amount of scanning can find where it is coming from. I try my best to find whoever it was without letting on that I know or appearing too crazy in front of other passengers. I am just about ready to run from my seat at the next stop (yes my daydreams send me into panic/fear before sinking me in hope/happiness), until a very familiar and calming scent reaches my nose. I struggle trying to remember its origin, so much so that I miss my chance to run. Without my consent my body reacts to the presence like an old friend, I relax in my seat, close my eyes and inhale deeply – then sigh. It was the procedures I would perform whenever I was around the greatest smell I knew, I remember how addicted I was to it over years of exposure. Completely forgetting about the stares that made me feel unsafe and uncomfortable just moments before, I start to turn around and find the source of my affixation, but I halt when I feel the light breeze of someone else's breathe on my skin. Fear came rushing back to my system. Where I was currently sitting in the train was only occupied by three other people, each in their own worlds, completely oblivious to the person invading my personal space. Suddenly, I feel the warm air come around from behind me towards my side, and I am paralyzed with fear as I see a dark figure in my peripheral view. Soft lips were place slightly on my jaw line and begin to trace an outline. If it wasn't for that wonderful drug of a scent that gave away his identity, I would have turn to punch the pervert in the face.

Instead my eyes widen as I try to form the proper words, I'm so overwhelmed from a mix of adrenaline from fear and excitement I can't function. Barely speaking a proper language I get out, "What?...wait, How?" Neither of my questions was answered, in response he flashed me that half smile of his I missed so much and winked at me. He then came face-to-face with me and simply said, "Surprise," before wrapping me up completely into a very passionate kiss. Just before I close my eyes to lose myself in his warmth and scent, one of the passengers looks up at us in shock and smiled knowing that I most definitely do not require his help.

But then I snap out of that unbelievable world and sink into my cold lonely seat. Waiting for a presence I won't feel in this reality.

So what did you think?

I personally hope no one ever does that to me! whether I know them or not! Creepy!

-YnK