Chapter 3

DISCOVERING



SYAORAN'S POV

I stirred, it was morning, birds are chirping outside, and the sun is high up in the sky. I dizzily opened my eyes.

The first thing I saw was hair. Dark, long, silky locks of hair. I was confused for a minute, then I remembered. I'm married!!! I stared down at the beautiful maiden in front of me, scarcely believing that she's my wife! I smiled as I reached out a hand to caress her cheeks. As I gently rubbed, Tomoyo smiled in her sleep and her eyes started to flutter.

'Morning, sunshine.' I said before kissing her softly on the lips.

'Mmmm.' was the reply I got.

I then sat up and rubbed my eyes. Wow, I didn't realise that we were in such hurry last night that we threw clothes all over the place! There was my tuxedo on the table and Tomoyo's wedding gown hanging on top of the mirror. My boxers were thrown all the way in the other room. And Tomoyo's underwear . errrrrr . well . I didn't really know where they are now.

I blushed as I remembered what happened last night. It was my first time as well as Tomoyo's, we were so nervous that we kept on giggling.

My train of thoughts was suddenly broken by the sound of the phone ringing. I looked at the clock, wondering who'd call at such an early time. And to my disbelief, it was already 11 o'clock! I wrapped a towel around waist and made my way to the phone.

'Hello? Syaoran Li speaking.'

'Mr Li? I am sorry but . I think there is something you need to see. It's about your friend Sakura Kinomoto.' The caller said.

I stopped doing whatever I was doing and felt my heart freeze. Sakura!

'What happened? Is she alright? Who're you?' I said frantically.

'Mr Li, calm down. I'm with the police and we think it's best if you come to see for yourself what had happened. I'm sorry, Mr Li, but that's all I can give you.' Said the police officer.

I was breathing heavily by now, 'where can we meet?'

'In her house, Mr Li. We think it'll be a good idea if you bring your wife too.' I didn't wonder at that precise moment how she knew I was married.

'I'll be there.' I said in shaky voice. And hung up.

I went back to the bedroom, and saw that Tomoyo was dressing. She smiled when she heard me come in, but the smile immediately disappeared when she saw my ghostly pale face.

'Syaoran, sweetie, what happened?' Her gentle and melodic voice didn't work their magic this time as I tried to find my own voice.

'It's . it's Sakura . something's happened to her.' Tomoyo's froze as she stared horrified at me.

'What! What did she do? Is she alright?' Her voice was awfully panicky.

I shook my head, and answered truthfully. 'That was the police. They . they said it'll be best if we're there to see for ourselves.'

I didn't know why, but I had a sinking feeling in my stomach that the truth is going to be unpleasant. Sakura. what did you do?

Ten minutes later. After Tomoyo and I have put on casual clothes without a single word exchanged, we're at the car. I was in the driving seat. Tomoyo sat immobile next to me. None of us spoke a word.

When we finally reached Sakura's flat. I was surprised to see police crowding around the front of the building block, trying to shoo away the curious pedestrians. We forced our way to the front, where we told an officer our names and our purpose for being there. He let us in with a nod but I sensed pity and sorrow in his eyes. Why?

Holding Tomoyo's hands, we quickly marched up to Sakura's department. The door was open, so Tomoyo and I just walked straight in. People in black coats, white coats and other coloured coats were walking around the flat. But most of them were all heading towards the bedroom.

I heard a whimper from Tomoyo as her eyes filled with tears. I gulped, knowing that Tomoyo was thinking exactly what I feared. As brave as I could, I cleared my throat.

Immediately, all the eyes turned upon us. But like the officer we met downstairs, they all held pity and sorrow. An old man walked to us and said gently.

'C'mon, you two, the sooner you see this, the sooner it'll be over with.'

I wrapped me arm around Tomoyo's shoulder as I lead her into the bedroom.

The room looked completely normal. A desk, a mirror, a chair, a bed and a window that is open, nothing looked abnormal in the slightest. It looked just like a normal person's bedroom. On the bed, was a pretty girl. Her auburn hair was spread messily around her head. Her emerald eyes were shielded upon a sleeping face. Dark lines of what I recognised as mascara ran down her cheeks, making her skin look paler in comparison. Her lips weren't their usual rosy pink colour, but pale, almost purple.

That girl was Sakura.

She looked as though she was sleeping. But no movement came from anywhere on her body, not even the rise and fall of her chest. I knew something was definitely wrong.

I walked cautiously to her. All eyes following me as I did. Slowly, I fingered the quilt that covered her body and halted. A transparent liquid drop. I knew it was a tear. My hands started to tremble as I tightened my grip on the fabric. Closing my eyes briefly and taking a deep breath, I pulled the cover back.

My blood ran cold and my heart froze when I saw the redness on the bed. Red with blood. Red with Sakura's blood.

It was then I saw them. The two lethal gashes on her wrists, blood had obviously flowed from them, but all that remained now was just dark, dried paint. They can never be washed, never be cleaned, never be reversed.

Permanent marks, that's what they were.

I bit my bottom lip, trying desperately to choke back the sobs that were forming down my throat, but barely succeeding. I reached my hand out, trembling as I caressed Sakura's cheek as I did to Tomoyo. She felt cold to the touch, cold to the bone, cold to the core.

She was dead.

The words inside my head was the last trigger as all the tears I had been holding broke free. They ran down my crestfallen face like escaped beads from the chain. They flowed and flowed and flowed . but sadly, they weren't able to take my sadness with them. And the pain remained stronger than before.

Why?! Sakura? Why did you do this? If you had a problem, you could've came to me or Tomoyo. You knew that!! This wasn't the way to solve it!!!

I heard movement beside me and found myself looking into the face of a puffy eyed Tomoyo. Her lips never once stopped quivering, and tears were making their way down her face like a never stopping river. My eyes met hers as we stared at each other silently. She took my hand and squeezed, just like what I'd done in our wedding. It was a sign of reassurance. A mutual understanding passed through our eyes. No words were needed, just the presence of each other being there.

I don't know how long we stayed there, looking at the girl we both loved so much. We were each reliving the memories we shared with her. Her radiant smiles and bright emerald eyes were like sunshine in a storm.

At long last, I stood up, not able to look into the face I knew so well, and cherished so much. I walked around the room, taking glances at the mirror, window, the carpet, walls, and finally the desk.

I walked unconsciously towards it. A small pink book was laid neatly on the table. I tried to focus my mind on why I was looking at it as though it was the answer to everything.

Then suddenly, my mind started running again and I stared at the book with my brain clear and functioning.

The words written on the book was everything I needed to know.

"Sakura Kinomoto's Private Diary"..



A/N I wrote a better version than this yesterday but somehow I lost it so I had to make up one again -_- it's so annoying. I remembered I had a good ending as well. Suck, man, I'm telling, seriously suck!!!