A/N: Sorry about the delay in getting up this chapter. Every time I was on, Fanfiction.net was off and I haven't been able to get on much. Well, enjoy the chapter and I hope to be getting the next chapter up soon! Please tell others to read the story and review!

            The days seemed longer now and everything seemed to taunt her. It was the weekend, at least, so she didn't have to deal with the stares of other people. It was horrible. She couldn't seem to concentrate in school and was barely keeping up her grades. Her friends always had that worried look in their eyes and the rest of the student body just went on with their staring and gossip. It was horrible.

            Sakura watched the rain through her window. The dullness and the sounds of the rain were comforting now, as it has always been in the past. Suddenly, she saw a figure dart through her front gate and run up the steps to her doorway. A minute past and then she heard the doorbell sound throughout the house.

            She walked into the hallway to the front door. She wondered who would come to her house in such awful weather. Opening the door, she saw the last person she would expect on her doorstep.         

            Standing there, totally soaked through the bone, was Syaoran. His brown hair was plastered down, his clothes stuck to his well-muscled body, and his amber eyes seemed to stand out even more, somehow. For the first time in weeks, Sakura felt her heart pound and thought a happy thought. He looks hot…wait a moment, what!

            Quickly pushing the thoughts and feelings going through her head, she spoke to Syaoran, "What are you doing here, Sy- Li-kun?"

            He smiled sheepishly, "I was out for a jog and got caught up in the rain. Your house was the closest place to get out of the rain and…" He trailed off, while looking down and blushing in embarrassment.

            Sakura thought for a moment and then sighed, "Come on in…you can borrow some old clothes of Touya's and change in the bathroom." Without another word, she walked up the stairs and out of sight for a moment. After several long minutes, she returned with some clothes and a towel. Handing them to Syaoran, she gave him directions to the nearest bathroom and said she would be in the kitchen if he needed anything.

            Ten minutes later found them sipping hot chocolate, while silently listening to the storm raging outside. Syaoran spoke first, "Um, so…not to be rude or anything, but where's Touya?" His voice held a tone of apprehension at the thought of Sakura's protective older brother, whom he had numerous staring contests with.

            Sakura actually chuckled at his tone of voice before replying, "He's staying at Yukito's house because of the weather. He won't be home until after work tomorrow."

            Syaoran let out a sigh in relief and took a sip of his hot chocolate. Finally, he said brought up the one subject he knew he really shouldn't mention, "I want to tell you something, Sakura-chan. Something you probably don't want to hear…"

            Sakura tensed up at those words and hoped beyond hopes that he wasn't going to bring up…him.

            "I want to tell you what your father said to me…the night he asked to speak to me…" Syaoran looked at her with surprisingly compassionate amber eyes.

            "No! I don't want to hear it," Sakura spoke venomously, her voice was low and dangerous.

            As she moved to get out of the room, Syaoran stepped in front of her, grabbing her wrists. "You're going to hear this, Sakura, one way or another. You need to know…and I think that you want to know, deep down at least."

            Sakura looked daringly into his eyes, her emerald ones gleaming darkly, "And how do you know what I want!"

            Syaoran leaned forward and looked deeply into her eyes, "'Cause I can see into your soul, Sakura. I can hear it crying out…to me, I can hear it wanting…wanting what you won't let it have…the truth. I know you blame yourself, I know that you won't let anyone near your heart. That's right, Sakura, I know that your scared of love! And so, don't you dare tell me I don't know what you want, don't know how much pain your in…because I feel everything you feel…I feel your pain, your loneliness, your sorrow, and I feel the longing…the longing for someone to love you and understand you."

            Sakura's eyes flooded with tears and she shook her head in denial, "No, no, no, no…I don't need you! I don't want you! Get out of my house! Just get out!"

            Syaoran released her wrists and cupped his hands around her face. Ignoring her pounding against his chests and her yelling, he spoke, "I want to be that person, Sakura! I want to be the one who shows you the truth and what you deserve…you deserve to love and to be loved. Let me be that person, Sakura!"

            Syaoran didn't know how it got this far. All he wanted to do was tell her about what her father said to him that they when he…passed away. Now, he was practically telling her his feelings, but he knew that was what she needed. Sakura needed to be loved and told that she was loved and could love.

            Seeing Sakura frozen in shock at his words, he dropped his hands and lowered his voice. "I didn't mean to tell you all that, but…you needed to hear it. I-I-I love you, Kinomoto Sakura, but I cannot love someone who won't let herself love me back." Turning around, he walked out of the room and down the hallway to the front door.

            Suddenly he heard a soft whisper and then soft footsteps. Turning around, he looked and saw Sakura looking at him. His heart nearly broke at the lost girl look she had on and then soared at her next few words, "Teach me to love, Syaoran."