Author's Note: I know the last chapter was a little sappy, but ya need a sappy one every once and a while. I think this chapter is worse. tee hee ^_^
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Insert Sappy Love Song Here
Chapter 2: This is Goodbye?
That school year ended normally. It was their last year in elementary school. All the kids were excited about going to Junior High. Sakura, Tomoyo, Syaoran and some of her other friends are walking through the park.
"I hear we get our class assignments next week," Tomoyo says, "I hope we're all in the same class." The girls smile and agree. Syaoran frowns and puts his hands behind his head to cover it up. Sakura notices and turns to him,
"What's wrong?" He turns away, avoiding her gaze.
"If you're gloomy about school starting, don't" Tomoyo adds, "We only have a week left of summer break."
Syaoran scowls and walks off,
"I've gotta go."
Sakura follows him. Once they get further into the park, away from the others, he stops. Syaoran is standing on a bridge, leaning on the railing and staring down at the water.
Sakura steps onto the small bridge,
"What's wrong? You seem upset."
Syaoran drops his head,
"I have to leave."
"What?" she asks, unsure of what he means.
He turns around quickly,
"I'm going back to Hong Kong," he looks down, "I have to."
Sakura's eyes widen in surprise.
"But... but, you can't!"
Syaoran turns his back to her, avoiding her gaze,
"My mother called last night. I'm leaving tomorrow."
Sakura stands in silence, letting it all sink in.
"But," a tear runs down her cheek, "you said... you promised..."
Syaoran drops his head, remembering his vow.
"Sakura..." he turns, but she is gone.
Sakura runs past clumps of trees and gardens, partially blinded by tears. She finally stops by a small lake, upstream from the bridge. Weary from running and heartache, she drops to her knees and cries.
Meanwhile, Syaoran is sitting on the bank, leaning against the bridge. Dropping his hand into the water, he feels the gentle current and sighs sadly. Suddenly, he notices something hitting his hand. Looking down, Syaoran sees a cherry blossom, floating down the river.
"That's odd," he ponders, "it's not spring anymore."
He leans over and lifts the flower out of the water. Very slowly, the petals fall and drift away on the soft breeze.
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Insert Sappy Love Song Here
Chapter 2: This is Goodbye?
That school year ended normally. It was their last year in elementary school. All the kids were excited about going to Junior High. Sakura, Tomoyo, Syaoran and some of her other friends are walking through the park.
"I hear we get our class assignments next week," Tomoyo says, "I hope we're all in the same class." The girls smile and agree. Syaoran frowns and puts his hands behind his head to cover it up. Sakura notices and turns to him,
"What's wrong?" He turns away, avoiding her gaze.
"If you're gloomy about school starting, don't" Tomoyo adds, "We only have a week left of summer break."
Syaoran scowls and walks off,
"I've gotta go."
Sakura follows him. Once they get further into the park, away from the others, he stops. Syaoran is standing on a bridge, leaning on the railing and staring down at the water.
Sakura steps onto the small bridge,
"What's wrong? You seem upset."
Syaoran drops his head,
"I have to leave."
"What?" she asks, unsure of what he means.
He turns around quickly,
"I'm going back to Hong Kong," he looks down, "I have to."
Sakura's eyes widen in surprise.
"But... but, you can't!"
Syaoran turns his back to her, avoiding her gaze,
"My mother called last night. I'm leaving tomorrow."
Sakura stands in silence, letting it all sink in.
"But," a tear runs down her cheek, "you said... you promised..."
Syaoran drops his head, remembering his vow.
"Sakura..." he turns, but she is gone.
Sakura runs past clumps of trees and gardens, partially blinded by tears. She finally stops by a small lake, upstream from the bridge. Weary from running and heartache, she drops to her knees and cries.
Meanwhile, Syaoran is sitting on the bank, leaning against the bridge. Dropping his hand into the water, he feels the gentle current and sighs sadly. Suddenly, he notices something hitting his hand. Looking down, Syaoran sees a cherry blossom, floating down the river.
"That's odd," he ponders, "it's not spring anymore."
He leans over and lifts the flower out of the water. Very slowly, the petals fall and drift away on the soft breeze.