Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, you already know it... But for the heck of it, I don't own CCS.

A/N: Sorry for taking forever to update, I have a really good and long list of excuses, if you really want it you can ask, but if not... Anyways onto the story now! And remember to submit a review! ...you could also check out my other fics too!

Previously:

"Yes," agreed Chiharu. "We'll do our best now to help her now since we didn't before."

Upon hearing these words the whole group nodded their heads, for they found that they believed these words were true.

Chapter 12: Reality

"Maybe we should have acted sooner. Maybe we shouldn't have been so ignorant. We were stupid. What if we took action earlier? Does it even matter to think of what if's? After all this is what happened, that can't be changed. We must learn from this and move on. We will do better now. Through this we've all learned and matured. There is good in bad. You can't be truly happy until you've felt true and utter sadness. That's the reality of it all." Sarrin stopped writing and picked up her pencil. Silent tears rolled down her face. She and the others had left the hospital and all gone to their homes, leaving only Tomoyo and Sonomi at the hospital. They were to come home that day also. Sarrin sighed and wiped the tears off of her face and picked up her diary again. She moved the pencil to the paper, but couldn't find any more words to write, perhaps she had written enough, yes she had written enough. She silently dated the entry and then turned the key in the lock, so that no one could read what she wrote, maybe someday she'd read it to her friends, maybe not. She pushed the diary under her pillow, she wasn't able to do anything now, she was just to sad to. She felt like she was to blame, and knew that she was. She could have acted, she could have realized, but she didn't. As she wrote in her diary, that was the reality of it all, they didn't. Her head hit the pillow and she began to sob uncontrollably into it.

The ride home was silent and solemn. Tomoyo wasn't ready to talk, Sonomi was, but that didn't matter. Silent tears rolled down Tomoyo's cheeks and landed on the skirt that she was wearing. She wished that she could say that she was sorry, or do it over again! But her voice just wouldn't work, and she couldn't go back and change her actions, so she just cried.

Sonomi concentrated on the road, it was raining and dreary and she needed to concentrate. Besides it might help her get her mind off of what just happened. Before she knew it she has steered into the parking lot of the nearest Starbucks and had turned off the car. "Come on," she muttered to her daughter while getting out of the car.

Tomoyo was silent as she got out and followed her mother through the doors. She went over to a small table and sat down. Soon her mother came over and set a coffee infront of her. Tomoyo expected that her mother would sit down with her, but was very surprised when her mother walked over to a different table and sat so that she wouldn't see her. Tomoyo looked out of the window next to her, watching the rain fall. It seemed to fall just like her tears, before she knew it her silent tears were falling even harder. She drank her coffee while watching the rain. "Mother," she began as she walked over to her mother, "may I please walk home? I won't do anything stupid I promise, I just want to be alone and sort out my thoughts."

Sonomi looked up at her daughter's gaze. She knew that Tomoyo wouldn't do anything stupid, but she didn't want her to catch a cold in the rain. But something made her feel that her daughter really needed the time alone. "Alright," she whispered. She felt herself begin to cry as she watched her only daughter walk out of the door.

"It's hard, isn't it?" asked someone from behind her.

Sonomi just nodded her head in response. The woman who asked the question sat down infront of her. She had a look in her eyes, the look of someone who had went through many tough times herself. "You know sitting around crying isn't going to help anything. What happened is what happened, you have to accept that and move on. Besides she doesn't look like she'll try it again, she knows that she wouldn't like the outcome," the woman said. Sonomi heard her words, but made no indication that she did, she just sat there staring down at her coffee crying.

Tomoyo felt the cold rain come down on her pale skin. She was such an idiot. Soon she found that she was running, running towards the park. She felt herself jump over the wooden fence and then sat down on one of the swings. She began to kick her legs back and fourth, pouring out all her frustration into it. Higher and higher she went while sobbing aloud. She didn't care anymore, no one was there to hear her so she just sobbed louder and harder. "Why!" she screamed out into the air. "Why was I so stupid!" She swung her legs harder and harder, pump and kick, pump and kick. The swing soared through the cold air quickly. "I was such an idiot!" She was becoming exhausted but she didn't care, she still kicked harder and harder, forcing the swing to go higher and higher. The cold air hit her face as her tears rolled down it, but she didn't care, nor did she care that she was shivering and exhausted. She just didn't care now, couldn't care now. She stopped kicking her legs and just let the swing come to a stop, she stood up and felt her body shaking, her knees trembling and threatening to collapse beneath her. She forced herself to move and walked over to a bench and sat down, pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. The rain continued to pour down, even harder now.

Meiling lay on the bed in her room staring at the ceiling. It was hard to believe what had just happened, very hard. She felt like she must be heartless because she didn't cry. But to her there was really no point in crying, it wouldn't get her anywhere, she had learned that long ago. She looked over at her nightstand and picked up a book, it was titled The Forgotten. She brushed a layer dust off of the cover and opened it up to the beginning. She didn't know how long the book had been on the nightstand, she had never really took notice of it before though. It said that it had been published about forty years ago and the pages were yellowed. She slowly turned through the pages, looking for anything that might stand out.

Tomoyo stood up from the bench, her body still shaking uncontrollably. Strange, before she used to think that crying made a person weak, she had always cried silent, pitiful tears. But now it was if crying made her feel better and cleared her mind a bit. She still wasn't ready to go and talk with her mother, but she felt better.

Eriol walked across his room cursing loudly into the air. He really wished that he had seen it coming and stopped her. Oh why didn't he see it coming? He hit his head off of the wall a few times before falling onto a velvet chair and listening to the sound of the rain pounding on the window. "I won't ever be so stupid again!" he mentally screamed at himself while hitting his hand down hard on the armrest. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "I was such an idiot to not realize it!" He clenched his hand into a fist and felt the glass of his glasses crack and cut into his hand. "Darn it!" he screamed as the blood emanating from his cuts flowed down his hand. He dropped his broken glasses on the floor and walked over to the bathroom and rinsed cool water over his hand, then he began to wrap bandage around it. He thought about the bloodstained bandages that were wrapped around Tomoyo's head and hand. "I'm such an idiot, I should have realized, I should have stopped her."

A/N: Well it's a tad bit short, ok it's really short, but still it's here isn't it? I hopped that you enjoyed it. Anyways please review, it would make me really happy if you did.