Tomoyo woke to find it was the next day. The sky was dark and the wind blew hard. Rain poured and it thundered, her window was open, letting all the rain get in. She didn't notice any of this, she was still busy staring at the drawing.

"I wonder if I should go see him. I haven't spoke with him since we went to elementary school together, and that was when? One or two years ago? I mean what should I say to him, hi Eriol remember me, Daidouji Tomoyo, I know I haven't seen you in a year or so, but I want to become friends with you because of your drawing?"

She sighed heavily. She wanted to go see the beautiful mind behind the drawing, but she didn't know how he would react. But she longed to talk to him, even if it was just for a minute. Tomoyo continued to think about what to say until she noticed the dampness of her floor.

"AH! My window is open! I can't believe I didn't notice, I didn't notice. (She paused) Well I guess if I want to talk to him this bad, I have to. I'm going to go talk to him. I'm going to go TALK TO HIM!"

Her voice echoed through the hallway and down the stairs, it didn't alert her mother, luckily. She showered and dressed quickly, and took the frame containing the drawing and stuffed it in her backpack. Without even eating or grabbing an umbrella, she ran out the door.



The purple haired girl, now soaking wet, stood in front of the door of the Hiragizawa residence. She didn't ring the doorbell she just stood there for a minute. Her hand was shaking as she rang the bell, when the door opened, she froze, it was the blue haired hair boy, Eriol, the one she wanted to see.

Yet she wasn't the only surprised one, the blue haired boy was too. But he didn't show any expressions. Both of them stood staring at each other for 5 minutes, until he finally greeted her.

"Tomoyo? Hi, um why don't you come in?"

"E-Eriol? Yes, umm I mean thank you"

When she got in his home, she noticed that everything was the same. Everything was in the same place, even the lighting was the same, it as dim. Before she was finished examining his home, she was interrupted and turned to the voice that was calling her.

"Tomoyo, would you care for some tea?" The blue haired boy shouted from his kitchen.

"Yes please!" Her hair was wet, her shoes squeaked, and she was shivering. But she didn't seem to care much, she just wanted to go talk to him about the drawing she found. Losing her patience she ran to his kitchen.

"Eriol, I have something that I think belongs to you!" Tomoyo's voice quivered as she spoke.

"Oh? What is it?" He wondered curiously, as he took out some cups.

"It's your drawing. I found it while I was by the lake yesterday. I-uh, I wanted to talk to you about it. It really touched me." She felt relieved getting those few sentences out, but he wasn't.

"What? My drawing? MY DRAWING?!? The drawing I slaved over! The drawing that I lost! The drawing that you FOUND! MY DRAWING! MY DRAWING! His voiced trailed throughout his house, he began chuckling continuously as he repeated his words over and over. Tomoyo, somehow not frightened about what she is seeing, continued talking.

"Eriol? I came to talk to you about your drawing, as I was saying before, it really touched me and…" Before she finished her sentence, he cut in.

"And what? There is nothing to be discussed about my drawing, I mean, how do I even know it is even mine? Did you ever see me draw? Aren't you even…Tomoyo!" Before he finished his sentence, he turned to see that the soaking wet purple haired girl fainted in his kitchen. He felt horrible.

He carefully picked her up and placed her on his couch by the fireplace. He got a blanket and covered her with it. It was then when he saw her in a different way, he always thought she was cute, but this time it was different. He stood in front of her staring at her pale porcelain face, and smiled, but he quickly stopped. He actually questioned his actions.

"Damn you Eriol! Stop! STOP! You can't start liking her now, you just saw her for ten minutes after 2 years! AGH!" His hands gripped his head and fell to his knees, then he whispered, "stop…"