A/N: A-ha! My attempt at a 2nd person view that is my first. My syntax is a little screwy because it's present-tense AND 2nd person (which is almost taboo for be because I suck so much at it and because it violates the essay rule..).. so deal. :)

Well. This little piece of work is brought on by Honeydew Syndrome (which is -amazing-, by the way). And, of course, I haven't seen any 2nd person Tsubasa fics, so why not? AND it's a breather from "Change"--whose fourth chapter is still in the making, by the by. I'm sorry. :(

Disclaimer: Tsubasa doesn't belong to me. :(

WARNING: ANGST AHEAD.

You attempt to lift your eyes so you can see more than just his feet, but then his hand grabs you by the neck and suddenly you don't have to try. You're despairing then, even as he stares at you with those dead and cold and dispassionate eyes.

Syaoran-kun.

He had to keep his heart, had to for Sakura-chan, had to--

His deceptively warm hand cradles your face with a gentleness that is so wrong as he says that he needs your eyes and magic.

With a trembling hand, you push the heart (everything, everything has to come back, no, it can't break now) back into the doll of Syaoran-kun, hoping that somehow it will work.

You know it doesn't when he takes your eye.

Suddenly, the world is pain, so much pain without Syaoran-kun, Sakura-chan, or even Kurog--Kuro-chuu, just you alone again. Half of the world is gone and you can't stand it, it's so painful, it hurts, it hurts and you close your only eye not because of that but because you don't want to see Syaoran bring your eye to his mouth and bite into it but no you felt the blood splatter on your face and it's crawling down your cheek now.

You're horrified. You want to scream but you can't because you can't scream, no one will hear you but it hurts so bad and NONONONONO the hand is squeezing your other eye and how can you never see again?

You can't move, can't do anything. Your body refuses to listen to what you want to do--run away, break away, do anything to run away from the pain the pain.

The hand is gone, but Kurogane is yelling, yelling, and for a brief moment there are teeth biting you and NO.

You try to brace yourself, shuddering as you still feel like if you open your eyelids you'll be able to see the whole world instead of just half. Maybe it is the blood slipping past your left eye that makes it feel that way, but it is so much like crying that you actually want to cry and then maybe Syaoran-kun would cry too because this can't have been what he wanted.

It takes you a moment to recognize that there is no second wave of pain and then that Kurogane appeared, and talks and growls like he always does but now he was defending you and saving you and pleading for you.

You try to move, you really do, but your body doesn't seem to comprehend what you're trying to tell it. Maybe it is because of the loss of your eye and maybe you're still in shock, but no, it didn't matter because you have to tell Kurogane--

There. You feel your hand twitch. But then, you can feel the shock start to let the unbearable pain through and oh God, you can feel it so much more than that movement, that tiny thing--

Damn, damn. Your mouth won't move. Syaoran-kun's grip on your shirt disappears and you tumble towards the ground, barely comprehending the warm presence beside you now and the pain hurts so much--

It is the last thing your body can handle as you feel your ties on consciousness slip but you desperately try to hold on, because you can't let this happen, no, you still have a chance to bring back Syaoran-kun. If you had healing magic, you know you could, but you don't and it hurts.

The last thing you feel is a hard warmth hold you close and you can't help but think--

Ashura.

If there is anything you're allowed to wish for, even if when you wake up you're dead, it is to wake up being held.

A/N: Review, pl0x. :)

...And the run-on sentences are intentional. -shifty eyes- The mood, y'know.