So...this is one of the few times I can update earlier than usual. I'm trying to get a 4.0 for the whole school year, because then my mom will get me a laptop. My very own!
Melisa-No one knows your real name here except me, I'm pretty sure. So, you're safe. lol. I thought you were dead! I haven't heard from you cept the time we talked on Yahoo Mess. and the review. Glad to see you're still alive! Updated yet?
ATTENTION. I'm looking for a good editor. If anyone actually offers, then you will be in charge of correcting my mistakes, give tips on how to make my story/chapter better, and nag and nag and nag me until I finally write the chapter. I have high expectations. Go figure.
BTW, this chapter might be a little short, but the next chapter will be up by next Sunday at the least. I have a volleyball game this Sunday, so, yeah...
Chapter Three
Sakura sighed, reflecting on her situation. What was she to do? Her love was in love with someone else. And he didn't even have the dignity to tell that to Sakura's face. On top of that, Syaoran didn't even recognized said face!
Sighing again, Sakura realized that she couldn't keep her promise. She couldn't be happy as long as Syaoran was with someone else. She wasn't as self-sacrificing as Tomoyo was. She couldn't bear to thing about that mystery girl holding hands with Syaoran, hugging Syaoran, kissing Syaoran...
Sakura stood up, shaking her head to get rid of the images. She was going to take a walk with some of her cards. This was what she did when she was troubled, or needed a break from life.
As she walked to Penguin Park, she released Windy and Watery, her favorite elementals. It was pretty late, around eleven PM, so there was no one around.
When she got there, she sat on the swings, lightly pushing herself. Windy and Watery, enjoying their freedom, payed around, creating random gusts of wind and small, harmless bursts of water. Watching them, Sakura smiled, thinking back to her card-capturing days. She still had some of those ridiculous outfits in her closet, none of which fit her anymore. She only kept them for Tomoyo's sake.
But with the memories of the cards came the memories of Syaoran, in his green ceremonial robes with his sword, her most vivid one of him helping her transform Dark and Light together.
So preoccupied was she that she didn't notice an aura closing in.
Five minutes later, a painfully familiar voice said, "Who's there? Show yourself!"
It was Syaoran.
Like I said, it was short. But the next chapter will be a but longer, and will include a little of Syaoran's POV. Right now, my mom is chasing my brother around, trying to give him a hug. I have to go stop them before they break something.
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