Syaoran looked out his window at the sakura blossoms falling onto
the ground. He was leaning against the window in a sitting position with a
notebook on one leg and the other up. Sakura blossoms always made him
think of her. Actually, any flower made him think of her. He loved her.
He liked her honesty, kindness, and compassionate heart.
But the only thing wrong was that he didn't believe she loved him. Perhaps as a friend, yes, but probably not much more. She never really showed it, anyway. Sighing, Syaoran looked back down at his notebook and continued to write.
Sakura sighed on the bed in her room, her legs hugged to her chest as she stared at the piece of paper on the sheets. She thought of Syaoran. She loved it when she was around him. Despite their rough turns in the past (especially during their earlier encounters), she always knew she loved him. He was arrogant, but he was kind and sweet and charming...definitely charming.
Up until she met Syaoran, she always thought she'd loved Yukito. But Yukito wasn't even real. To her and Touya and everybody else, yes, but few people really knew the person he really was. The guardian Yue.
Sakura's thoughts suddenly drifted from her new friend and protector to Syaoran again. She missed him. He was in Hong Kong. He was oh so very far away. She missed him deeply. Again, Sakura looked down at the paper and picked up her pen, continuing to scribble on it.
Tomoyo set her camera away in her room. "Sakura..." she whispered sadly, but with a smile. Sakura loved Syaoran. There was nothing she could do about it, though she wished she could. Tomoyo sighed as she pulled out a pen and paper.
Tomoyo sat down at her desk and began to write as her thoughts continued to flow through her brain. Thoughts of Sakura.
Meiling sighed. She knew Syaoran was brooding in the other room about Sakura. Why couldn't he love her? She gave a resigned sigh and sat down on her wide bed, falling on top of it in a great heap. She turned onto her stomache and continued to write on the piece of paper on her sheets. She didn't really want to write, but she had to.
Touya hesitated at Sakura's room. He sighed and turned around, walking back to his room. He couldn't talk to Sakura about his problems. And she wouldn't talk to him about his. They were both suffering. Her from Syaoran and him from Yukito. He hated it, but there was nothing he could do.
Touya sat down at his desk, slumping in his chair. Then he pulled out a notepad and a pen and began, in very neat writing for a boy, writing something down.
Kahoe watched Eriol's sleeping figure and walked back into her room in her house. She sighed. Why couldn't she just tell him? Why did she care? Hell, she didn't know. Why didn't HE care? She sighed sadly and with a small smile pulled out a pen and paper.
Eriol listened intently. He could hear the door to Kahoe's room close and he picked up a piece of paper and pen and began to write. He hated the feeling in his heart every time he saw her lovely face or felt her arms around him. But gods their age differences. It was the only thing holding them apart. Gods, he hated it.
AN: End of chapter one. You're probably wondering why everyone has pen and paper, huh? Well...you'll see in the very short next chapter.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue.
But the only thing wrong was that he didn't believe she loved him. Perhaps as a friend, yes, but probably not much more. She never really showed it, anyway. Sighing, Syaoran looked back down at his notebook and continued to write.
Sakura sighed on the bed in her room, her legs hugged to her chest as she stared at the piece of paper on the sheets. She thought of Syaoran. She loved it when she was around him. Despite their rough turns in the past (especially during their earlier encounters), she always knew she loved him. He was arrogant, but he was kind and sweet and charming...definitely charming.
Up until she met Syaoran, she always thought she'd loved Yukito. But Yukito wasn't even real. To her and Touya and everybody else, yes, but few people really knew the person he really was. The guardian Yue.
Sakura's thoughts suddenly drifted from her new friend and protector to Syaoran again. She missed him. He was in Hong Kong. He was oh so very far away. She missed him deeply. Again, Sakura looked down at the paper and picked up her pen, continuing to scribble on it.
Tomoyo set her camera away in her room. "Sakura..." she whispered sadly, but with a smile. Sakura loved Syaoran. There was nothing she could do about it, though she wished she could. Tomoyo sighed as she pulled out a pen and paper.
Tomoyo sat down at her desk and began to write as her thoughts continued to flow through her brain. Thoughts of Sakura.
Meiling sighed. She knew Syaoran was brooding in the other room about Sakura. Why couldn't he love her? She gave a resigned sigh and sat down on her wide bed, falling on top of it in a great heap. She turned onto her stomache and continued to write on the piece of paper on her sheets. She didn't really want to write, but she had to.
Touya hesitated at Sakura's room. He sighed and turned around, walking back to his room. He couldn't talk to Sakura about his problems. And she wouldn't talk to him about his. They were both suffering. Her from Syaoran and him from Yukito. He hated it, but there was nothing he could do.
Touya sat down at his desk, slumping in his chair. Then he pulled out a notepad and a pen and began, in very neat writing for a boy, writing something down.
Kahoe watched Eriol's sleeping figure and walked back into her room in her house. She sighed. Why couldn't she just tell him? Why did she care? Hell, she didn't know. Why didn't HE care? She sighed sadly and with a small smile pulled out a pen and paper.
Eriol listened intently. He could hear the door to Kahoe's room close and he picked up a piece of paper and pen and began to write. He hated the feeling in his heart every time he saw her lovely face or felt her arms around him. But gods their age differences. It was the only thing holding them apart. Gods, he hated it.
AN: End of chapter one. You're probably wondering why everyone has pen and paper, huh? Well...you'll see in the very short next chapter.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue.