When Tomoyo sang the world stopped and for a minute was a better place. Meiling said that only Tomoyo could rival her in singing, but she knew privately that no one, alive or dead, could rival Tomoyo. Her pure, sweet voice was almost ethereal and so unlike the voice of a child. It was more like a spirit or an angel. It wasn't a fashionable voice, the voices that were currently favoured by the Japanese media were upbeat and sugary. They were like bubblegum, exciting at first, but they soon lost their interesting flavour and were replaced. Tomoyo left people moved and unalterably changed and for a while you fell in love with her a little bit.

Meiling never fell out of love with her when the song ended and the world went back to the way it had been before. From the first time she heard the other girl sing, she loved her. A tiny pinprick of light next to the blinding glow that was her love for Syaoran, but over time the glow dimmed and the little glimmer grew and grew.

If you put a frog in boiling water it will immediately jump out, but if you put that same frog in lukewarm water and slowly heat it, it will stay sitting in it until it's too late. By the time Meiling realised she was in love with Tomoyo it was far too late.

Tomoyo knew, of course. There was very little she didn't know. What she didn't know certainly wouldn't fill a long, or particularly interesting, book. So it came as some surprise when she realised that she love Meiling back.

Meiling saw her waiting at the arrivals gate and ran towards her smiling, leaving a bemused Syaoran in her wake. Tomoyo felt her heart trip over itself and her stomach fill with butterflies while outwardly she smiled calmly, masking her excitement. She held out her arms and moments later they were filled with Meiling, her sweet smelling hair swinging in her face. Meiling kissed her cheek and quickly pulled away blushing. Tomoyo smiled again, took Meiling's hand and held it all the way to the waiting car.