A/N: There are 2 chapters in this story, but both are basically the same. Only difference is that the first chapter tells mostly Sakura's feelings, and the second chapter is more of Syaoran's POV. I'd be happy if you read both, but probably reading only one would be best, or you might get bored.

Disclaimer: CCS is not mine. It belongs to CLAMP.

"Is that everything?" Sakura asked while handing Syaoran some T-shirts she had neatly folded. She peered over his shoulder to see him stuffing his newly laundered clothes into his suitcase, wrinkling them in the process. She sighed and lightly pushed him aside to take over the task, but Syaoran took her hand away from his bag, shaking his head.

"No. Let's go grab some lunch. Where do you want to eat?"

Sakura knew that he just didn't want their precious time to be wasted for things like packing. He values the time they have together so much. Whenever they are together, either when he visits Japan or when she visits Hong Kong, he insists that neither of them worry about anything related to work from each other's home, and just enjoy the short time they could spend together. He could get really grumpy when Sakura gets worried about some work left undone or some co-workers calling her and she picks it up. And a grumpy Syaoran is real scary.

They'd been in this long-distance relationship that they hate and love at the same time for years. They hate being apart from each other, but they managed to extract some positive aspects from that too. They were able to discover some things about their love for each other that they wouldn't have figured out if they were together all the time. The saying "distance makes the heart grows fonder" applies to them perfectly well. They are grateful for that, but of course they'd still prefer to always be together if they could help it.

Sakura looked up at him and tried to at least not look sad. She used to try to look happy, but she had given up doing that for quite some time now. Syaoran could always tell whatever she was feeling, and he had joked that trying to conceal it only makes her look like a duck. She had broken into a laugh after a two-second pause and stomped on his foot like she always does to her brother.

She asked him where he would like to eat, since it's his last day in Tokyo, and she could go to any of the restaurants here anytime she wanted. He then insisted that she should be the one deciding on the restaurant. This happens all the time when they were going to eat out. But this time, Sakura didn't have the energy to argue.

"Let's go to that small restaurant near Tomoeda Elementary that you loved. I have a sudden crave for their food. We could just walk there." She said.

"Sure. I'll go grab the umbrella. You go get your coat. It's pretty cold out there."

They had gone there last Saturday too, when he had just arrived from Hong Kong, and it had been raining as well. But she didn't mind the rain or the cold back then, because she was feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. In fact, she thanked God it was cold and raining so she could have a reason to snuggle up to him in public. They had walked there after dropping Syaoran's suitcase at home, and she had happily hugged him all the way, chattering about all sorts of things.

This Saturday, she picked up her thickest coat because she felt cold even though she was still inside her room. The thought of Syaoran leaving always makes her cold, although she had dealt with it numerous times. She thought she'd be numbed with that feeling by now, but on the contrary, every time he had to leave, she just felt colder and lonelier than ever before. She'd say she was hit by karma, because she used to mock those dramas that overdid the sad scenes where the lovers have to part. Syaoran would say he was too adorable that she just couldn't get away from him. And she'd laughed at that despite being sad.

This Saturday, she was quiet. She snuggled up to him truly to feel as much of his warmth as possible, not just as an excuse. Syaoran was more talkative today. She knew he was just trying to lighten things up, hence the occasional attempt at jokes. He was not good at that, but she liked the fact that he tried for her sake and she could never help but laugh, sometimes not at his jokes, but at his futile attempt.

They reached the restaurant and ordered the usual. They shared their food, switching plates a few times and picking food from each other's plates. To the waiters who saw them, they looked like a perfectly happy couple who came last Saturday. Inside, Sakura felt the pain getting stronger – how similar were last Saturday and this Saturday, and yet how different it felt.

"Here." Syaoran held a spoon of fried rice in front of her mouth and silently mouthed an "aaa…"

Sakura was surprised. Syaoran does not usually show public affection. He was really awkward in those things. But here he was feeding her in a packed restaurant where everybody could see them. She felt a warm, tingly feeling spread inside of her and her mood lifted up a bit. He had been trying to cheer her up, so the least she could do is receive that and not dwell in her sadness to much. She smiled and happily engulfed the food in her mouth.

She was in a pretty good mood after that and all the way back home again, where they spent the few hours just having fun doing goofy things with each other. But as the hours passed by and the time for Syaoran's departure is nearing, Sakura felt the coldness crept up again. She stood up to turn up the heater, and when she came back, Syaoran was taking off his jacket. Sakura stopped him.

"Don't take it off, please."

"It's pretty warm in here though..."

"Wear it for me. Leave this one here this time, ne?"

Syaoran looked at her and she could see understanding in his eyes. He had been leaving some of his clothes in her place and she liked to wear them to sleep. Sometimes she wears several layers just so she could pretend it was him holding her while she sleeps. But she realized that she could never pretend. Syaoran's jackets were not as warm as Syaoran. She could never ask Syaoran's jackets to caress her head to sleep. She could never feel his breath on her head nor feel his heartbeat by wearing his jackets. At the thought of losing all these for the coming months, her defenses broke down and she burst into hysterical cries.

"I'm sorry….so, so sorry….Just 5 minutes...won't cry again…promise…let me cry for a few minutes…please…I'm really sorry…" she kept saying in between her cries. She felt terrible for crying again in front of him. She knew it's the last thing he'd want to see. But she just couldn't help it. She cries quietly when he is away. This time, just for a few minutes, she needed to cry on his shoulder. Just for a few minutes, she wanted him to hug her while she cried. She hugged him tightly and he did the same while stroking her head and back, rocking her back and forth like a baby.

"Shhh…it's okay, it's okay…I'll come again soon…or you can come to Hong Kong…there's a holiday coming soon, right? It's not that long from now…don't cry, okay?"

Sakura found that a little soothing. She did not know what holiday was coming, but she did not care. She could not think at the time. All she heard is that she would see him again soon, so nothing else mattered. She would be okay. She would survive.

Sakura's cries reduced to sobs. Syaoran used his hands to wipe the tears and mucus off Sakura's face.

"It's dirty…" Sakura frowned. "I'll get a hanky…"

She started to get up but he held her down.

"It's okay." He quickly wiped his hand on his jacket.

She frowned again. "Ew…your jacket's dirty…"

"It already was, 'coz you cried on them. Besides, I won't be wearing this for a while… and you'll be sleeping in them…" he teased. And her mood had gotten considerably lighter. Perhaps because she had let out what she had been holding back, perhaps because of the silly joke Syaoran had made, but she felt better.

"Mou…" Sakura pouted. But she won't be washing the jacket for quite a while either, to retain Syaoran's scent. Yes it's dirty, but it has Syaoran's essence smeared on it, so she wouldn't mind. That will keep her alive for a few more months until they meet again.

A/N: Weird ending, I know. And a little disgusting too (not washing used jacket just to retain a scent? Sounds so gross...). But I still hope you enjoyed it. If there's any feedback, please leave a review. Thanks so much for reading!