Normal Point of ViewSakura lay on her bed staring up at the cornflower blue ceiling. Tears welled in her eyes as her gaze drifted to the photographs that were pinned across her wall. She really didn't understand, and doubted that she ever would. Why was it that she was so easily forgotten? Wasn't she important to the people that were supposed to love her? She supposed not, else they wouldn't have left her. It had been seven months since her light smile had been echoed in her eyes. Now her face is just a mask. A sad smile painted onto porcelain skin. Finally, allowing the tears to fall, Sakura curled her quilt around herself and nervously allowed sleep to engulf her, knowing that it would only be a matter of time before the nightmares woke her again.

She woke with a start, cheeks covered in dried on salty tears, breathing heavily as she tried to calm herself down. The chill of the breeze through the window had her shivering. Or at least, that's what Sakura told herself. The shivering had absolutely nothing to do with Syaoran's smile as he walked home after kissing her for the (unbeknownst to Sakura) final time… the memory of that was so painful. She'd been 15, almost 16. Syaoran didn't even stay for long enough to celebrate her 16th birthday with her, even though it was only a few days later. She often wondered how different things would have been if he'd kept in touch.

The letterbox clanked as the Kinomoto's mail was put in place. Sakura heard it, but decided to take her time, as it would just be letters for her father anyway. After dressing herself in jeans and a vest top, and thinking of how much she missed Tomoyo's embarrassing outfits, Sakura made breakfast and ate alone. Without bothering to clear up afterwards, she went out to the mailbox. Surprisingly, all she found inside was a stamp-less envelope with the word 'Sakura' printed in the centre. She walked inside, tearing the envelope open curiously. Inside was a single piece of paper with the words 'I'm back, Sakura' scrawled along the middle. She recognised the handwriting immediately and dropped the paper, trying to still herself, as her head seemed to spin wildly…

Syaoran…