Complicated
"I like you."
Sakura rubbed her cheek as she felt it getter hotter at the memory. Syaoran… liked her? How could this be? He liked Yukito…right? She did not understand. Yet…he had said that he liked someone else now, and he was only drawn to Yukito because of the moon… and he had told Meiling that he liked someone else so they could no longer be engaged. So that someone… was Sakura?
"Sakura?" She jumped at the sound of her name, and found it was Kero, the guardian of the seal. "Are you alright?" She hesitated, and then nodded. Kero's brow furrowed, yet be respected Sakura's privacy, and turned to his bed to sleep.
Sakura could not sleep; she had too much on her mind. She couldn't understand. He…liked her? How could this be? She rolled over in her bed and gazed at her thickly painted yellow wall. She stared at it, as if expecting it to come alive at any moment, as if wishing it to come alive and tell her what to do.
Syaoran had told her…and she had not given him a reply. He must be as confused as she is right now. How could she have not seen this coming? Probably because of her 'fluffy' personality, as Tomoyo had once said she had. Had everyone else seen it, or did Syaoran hide it well? She could not tell.
So Meiling…had she left because of Sakura? This upset her; she liked Meiling and did not want to be the person to cause her suffering. Did Meiling dislike her? Surely she must know that the person Syaoran was referring to was Sakura, unless Syaoran chose not to tell her. Was that possible? Maybe. Yet she doubted it. Sakura decided, next time she saw Meiling, she would apologise.
How did Sakura feel about Syaoran? He had clearly said he liked her. Now that she thought about it, she did remember seeing him blush at times, yet she had thought nothing of it.
She knew how he felt, but how did she feel? Her mind kept diverting, but she knew she had to figure it out. She liked him, he was nice and sweet. Yet did she like him as more than a friend?
She thought back to what Yukito said; she would find her number one person. Was that Syaoran?
She rolled over again to face her desk, and her eyes lay on a handkerchief; the one Syaoran had given her when she had cried. She blushed as she looked at it; although it was dark she could feel herself going red. He had been so good to her that day…he had comforted her when she cried over Yukito…when all along he wanted her. She smiled at the memory; he was such a good person. She admired him a lot.
So did that admiration go further, or stop at its simplest form of admiration? He impressed her; he was powerful and knowledgeable. That much was clear to her.
"Syaoran…" She breathed quietly. She closed her eyes and sighed. This was difficult. He was her friend…Syaoran…
She thought of him; and their time together. How they had progressed from being rivals for the clow cards, to becoming friends. All those memories…those good memories.
She had to give him a reply. What would it be? She liked him a lot…but in that way?
Oh, Syaoran. Why is this so complicated?
"I like you."
With that thought, she surrendered to sleep. The question still fresh in her head, yet she let herself give in. These things often have a way of sorting themselves out, she supposed. Somehow, soon, she hoped, she would realise the answer, and it would be simple.