-The next morning, at school.-
Sakura sat on her desk, waiting for Tomoyo to arrive. The piece of paper she had found the day before was being held in her hands. She was rather nervous.
When her friend stepped in the classroom, Sakura ran over to her.
"There's something I have to ask you, Tomoyo-chan,"
"Whoa, what happened?" Tomoyo blinked her purple eyes in an awe.
"Do you think that Syaoran-kun still likes me?"
Tomoyo looked in her friend's eyes and she knew she was being asked to tell the truth.
"I don't know, Sakura-chan," she shook her head, "I mean, ever since Li-kun's been back, we haven't really talked about those matters of the heart,"
Sakura's expression turned into a sad one.
"I see," she murmured, then sighed, "If only he felt the same way that I do,"
With the wish that had been her main goal for the past few years half crushed, Sakura went back to her desk. A few moments later, Syaoran walked in, and Sakura watched him closely. He didn't look at her.
The hours of class seemed to be taking forever to pass by; Sakura wanted lunch time to arrive. When it finally did, she let out a breath she didn't even know she had been holding. Before he could escape her, she got a hold of Syaoran's hand. He looked back at her surprised, and she could see that he was blushing.
"What do you want?" inquired the Chinese boy, dryly.
"Please, I need to talk to you," Sakura looked down, "Come with me,"
"Whatever it is you want to tell me, you can do it right here," Syaoran replied.
Sakura looked in his eyes, and wished he'd make it easier to her.
"Ii-desu," she sighed, "I want you to have this,"
Sakura handed Syaoran the letter and the picture, "Because I want things to be like they were before. Like they are meant to be,"
"Wakari-masita," he said, hesitantly taking them.
"Please, read it carefully," Sakura said, in a begging voice.
"Hai,"
Syaoran left Sakura alone in the classroom. To wait was all she could do then. That would be her punishment for making him suffer as much as he had.
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Sakura sat on her desk, waiting for Tomoyo to arrive. The piece of paper she had found the day before was being held in her hands. She was rather nervous.
When her friend stepped in the classroom, Sakura ran over to her.
"There's something I have to ask you, Tomoyo-chan,"
"Whoa, what happened?" Tomoyo blinked her purple eyes in an awe.
"Do you think that Syaoran-kun still likes me?"
Tomoyo looked in her friend's eyes and she knew she was being asked to tell the truth.
"I don't know, Sakura-chan," she shook her head, "I mean, ever since Li-kun's been back, we haven't really talked about those matters of the heart,"
Sakura's expression turned into a sad one.
"I see," she murmured, then sighed, "If only he felt the same way that I do,"
With the wish that had been her main goal for the past few years half crushed, Sakura went back to her desk. A few moments later, Syaoran walked in, and Sakura watched him closely. He didn't look at her.
The hours of class seemed to be taking forever to pass by; Sakura wanted lunch time to arrive. When it finally did, she let out a breath she didn't even know she had been holding. Before he could escape her, she got a hold of Syaoran's hand. He looked back at her surprised, and she could see that he was blushing.
"What do you want?" inquired the Chinese boy, dryly.
"Please, I need to talk to you," Sakura looked down, "Come with me,"
"Whatever it is you want to tell me, you can do it right here," Syaoran replied.
Sakura looked in his eyes, and wished he'd make it easier to her.
"Ii-desu," she sighed, "I want you to have this,"
Sakura handed Syaoran the letter and the picture, "Because I want things to be like they were before. Like they are meant to be,"
"Wakari-masita," he said, hesitantly taking them.
"Please, read it carefully," Sakura said, in a begging voice.
"Hai,"
Syaoran left Sakura alone in the classroom. To wait was all she could do then. That would be her punishment for making him suffer as much as he had.
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