Wonderland Remix

disc 01 track 01: can't stop the rain
artist: cascada

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Your love is nothing but a bitter taste
It's better if I walk away;

The first day Sakura had returned home to an apartment void of any Li Syaoran, it had been a bit… weird.

The second day was a bit nice.

Third day was a lot nicer. No one to bother her. No one to harass her. It was all peace and quiet.

The fourth and fifth day she had gotten used to it.

The sixth day was… eh.

By the seventh day, Sakura started going mad.

Well, maybe not necessarily mad, per say, but she felt she was losing her mind. She half expected Syaoran to march in nonchalantly like he was prone to do, and half expected him never to return again. It was the prospect of seeing and not seeing him again that was eating away at her mentality. He could have at least told her when he would be coming back, or at least where he was going, but a tiny voice pointed out that it was none of her business.

Why should it be any of her business? It wasn't as if they had any ties, nor were they in a, Heaven forbid, relationship.

At least, she didn't think so. Okay so maybe she had accepted there were feelings she felt towards the ex-thief, an undeniable attraction. He must have felt the same way to have constantly flirted shamelessly and kiss her several times like he had done – advances which, Sakura dully noted, she did little to discourage. Contrary to her mostly dismissive attitude towards him, she had openly accepted his advances in the end.

…But now he was gone and he might not come back.

She shoved such thoughts to the back of her head.

-

It was two weeks and counting and still, no Li Syaoran.

No cocky grin.

No obnoxious comments.

No teasing jibes.

No nerves being grated.

Just…silence.

And emptiness.

And you know what? Sakura loved EVERY MOMENT. Caps and everything.

"…" She sighed and dropped her head on her desk.

Who was she kidding?

-

Seventeen days later found Sakura sitting on her couch, wearing a sweater and knee-high socks and short shorts, reading a book. She was completely engulfed in it that, when she heard her house phone ring, she was determined to ignore it and focus on the book. It was at such a good part, too…

The ringing stopped before it could reach the voicemail.

Good. They realized their calling was pointless because there was no way in Hell Sakura was going to put this book do—

BRINGBRIIING!

With an irritated growl, Sakura tore the phone off of the receiver and clicked it on, practically biting out through gritted teeth: "This is Sakura. What do you want?"

There was a low, husky chuckle at the other end that made Sakura freeze.

"Hello to you too, Sakura."

"…Syaoran," Sakura said after a moment's pause. She relaxed visibly.

There was silence from both their ends.

"…It's raining here," Syaoran commented lightly. His voice sounded heavy and thick, almost gentle and breathy.

"…"

"I miss you."

She could hear the humor in his tone and bit back the urge to retort, then why did you leave (me)?

"I hate the rain."

"Syaoran…"

"Mmm?"

She gnawed on her bottom lip, wondering what had possessed her in the first place to speak up. She glanced down at her book. "I'm reading a book. It's quite romantic. It's about this guy who travels across the world to find his love…"

Syaoran chuckled. "I never pegged you as the type to read sappy love stories."

"I can appreciate a good love story, you know."

"I find that hard to believe."

Sakura sniffed indignantly. "You don't have to believe me."

"I never said I didn't."

"You implied that you didn't."

"You're assuming things."

"Not really."

"I must go now." A sigh. "Goodnight, Sakura."

"Syao –"

The dial tone reached her ears. With her own sigh, Sakura set the phone back on to the receiver. She completely forgot her book as she contemplated over the short, and strange, conversation she just had with Syaoran over the phone. She should be furious at him for waiting practically two weeks to call her, and not even tell her where he was at, but she couldn't find it in herself to really care. When he had hung up, she had noticed there was something lighter about the tone of his voice, almost as if he was relieved and a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders.

Emerald eyes gazed silently out the window. It was raining in Tokyo as well.

"Goodnight, Syaoran."