Disclaimer: I do not own CCS, CLAMP does. This is only a fan fic.
Note to Readers: Okay, this Chapter is dedicated to everyone who had reviewed my story, thank you so much! Especially a big thanx to The Great One, Chiruriu and Blue Eyes. Thank you so much!
Important: Sniff, sniff...please forgive me everyone!!!! For having you guys wait for so long, after the cliff hanger too!!!!!! I'm so sorry!! But I had a serious case of writer's block! I had big trouble putting all of my thoughts into words. I wrote and rewrote this chapter 5 times!!! Until finally, everything seemed to flow!! Phew!
You should know: Okay, the `:: ~~~ ::' means thoughts.
Summery: The 17 year old Tomoyo seem to have everything together, all the fame, glamour and a multi-million dollar record deal. But deep inside she is breaking apart. One day, fate brings Eriol and Tomoyo together, will he put her back together or is he going to break her even more...
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Every Life Have It's Share Of Pain
Chapter 3: Hiding
By Hally Dang
"Poor Tomoyo," Nakuru's smooth voice rang like a bell throughout the kitchen. "I still can't believe she passed out on stage like that."
"But she did," was Spinner's humdrum reply. He was on the breakfast table, reading a newspaper. It was very early in the morning, Nakuru was cooking breakfast. Since this week was their cook's vacation.
"But the poor thing," she said again, taking a batch of cookies out of the oven. "I bet her fans are dying to know what cause her to faint at the concert."
"Yes," Spinner replied, he turned a page of the newspaper. "The media is not helping either."
"Why do you say that?"
"Take a look yourself." Nakuru came beside Spinner and took a glance at the paper, she was still holding the pan of the freshly baked cookies.
There on the front page was a large picture of Tomoyo, tears flowing down her cheeks and her make up running all over the place. The headline reads `Pop Princess Violet's Sold Out, Passed Out Concert'.
Nakuru gasped. "This is outrageous!" she exclaimed as she started to read the article. "Pop Princess Violet was seen on Sunday night to have passed out during her Purple Dream Concert Special, which was broadcast around the globe. Her spoke person had said that the reason for this was because of the large amount of stress the singer had been having due to the publicity and her tight schedule. But many people are having doubts about her defense." Nakuru read out loud. "They are bluffing!"
"It gets worse after that," a deep male voice said coming from the doorway.
Nakuru looked up from the newspaper to find Eriol standing there gazing at her and Spinner with his sapphire eyes.
"What do you mean, Master?" Nakuru asked.
Eriol chuckled and seated himself at the table. "Don't you think the Media would attack her with every chance they have?" His voice was calm and diligent. "Read on, you'll see what I mean."
"Many doctors like, Dr Johnson of the University of Michigan believe that Violet might have been experiencing drug abuse, which had caused her to faint on Sunday night. During the past days, rumors have said that she was seen a few days ago at a night club in LA with a group of young men taking cocaine." Nakuru read, her usually pleasant expression suddenly turned into a frown. "How could they? Harassing the poor girl like that?" She placed the pan of cookie on the kitchen counter with a loud bang, she picked up the newspaper. "How can they print lies?"
"Easy," Eriol smiled, he took a cookie from the pan laying on the kitchen counter. "Cookies for breakfast, now that's the first."
Nakuru shot him an angry stare. "How can you even stand eating when Tomoyo is being tormented by the media?"
Eriol only smiled, his eyes seemed to dance in the early morning lights. His expression was unreadable, it was calm, patient and without a hint a worry, anger or pity. His dark disheveled hair shone in the sunlight. His slightly tanned skin contrasted greatly with the black three piece suit he was wearing. The look on his face and eyes seems to be overly natural and mature for his young age.
"Eriol," Spinner suddenly said, trying to break up the death stare Nakuru was giving their master. "Can't you do something to," he paused in search of better words. "Calm the public, at least a bit."
There was a pause between the trio in the oversized kitchen. Two pairs of eyes were on Eriol, gazing at him hopefully.
"No," was the short reply. His eyes suddenly turned dark as if to hide something dismal and cryptic behind them. His guardians continued to study him, waiting for the explanation.
"Why?" Nakuru inquired, when she realized that he wasn't going to offer a reason.
"Sometimes," Eriol replied slowly and carefully, wording everything very precisely. "Things are not to be meddled with. Fate has its ways. Tomoyo is, shall we say meant, to have stage in her life. It's part of her destiny. There are no reasons for us to interfere."
There was a long silent pause between them.
"You just lost me," Nakuru seated herself directly opposite of Eriol, eyeing him strictly. "What do you mean by `meant'? She's being harassed, haunted, tormented by the world's media! How much reasons do you need? She's your friend, for crying not loud! You are just going to sit there and let her ---"
"Nakuru!" Spinner gave her a forceful glare. "Master has his reasons."
Nakuru's angry expression softens. "All those evenings with your fortune telling gadgets are making you become such a fatalist." She said as she gave him one last stare before getting up and started to cook pancakes.
Eriol was silent after Nakuru's comments, he took another cookie from the pan. His eyes travel from the rosewood breakfast table to the large window on the wall. They seem to be searching, waiting. Those azure eyes seem to hind so much behind them, an endless sea of secrets too dangerous for anyone to know. They hid from the world an 18 year old boy...
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It was early Friday morning.
She hated mornings for she was never a morning person.
But at least it was Friday morning.
Thank goodness it was Friday.
She took another long sip of coffee. The bitter but sweet taste melted through her. She picked up a copy of the Friday paper from beside her and flipped through a few pages.
She quickly scanned an article.
The media is still on her back after four press conferences, over ten interviews and nine TV appearances. For some weird reason some people just refuse the accept her reason of stress for fainting on stage.
Maybe it was because it wasn't the truth. A small part of her chimed in. She quickly pushed that thought away. It is the truth, she told herself stubbornly.
She was torturing herself, and she knew that. She was making herself believe things, when in fact they are lies. She is making herself believe that she was stress and not heart broken and mentally ill over someone she can't---
"Excuse me, miss," a polite voice brought her back to reality, it spoke in a perfect English accent. "Do you want more coffee?"
She looked up from the newspaper to see a young man around her age holding a pot of coffee in his right hand. She quickly fixed a considerate smile on to her face. She looked at waiter of the coffee shop she was in. "No thank you," she replied still with a fixed smile on her lips.
The waiter studied her, his baby blue eyes went from her black high heels to her black flare pants, then to her beige cashmere turtleneck. She instantly knew that he was somehow attracted to her. She tired to cover the dread that was peeking through her pleasant features. After all she had been through this whole week, she didn't want more problems on her hands, like trying to put off a guy who was practically going ga-ga over her.
"Are you sure?" he asked again with a flirting smile on his tanned face. He raked his hand through his short blond hair.
"Maybe just one more cup," she told him, she wanted to end the conversation as soon as possible. She absentmindedly brushed back a strand of raven hair from her purple eyes.
The waiter smiled and bent over to pour more coffee into her cup, his eyes found the article she was reading. "I see you are a Violet's fan."
She found herself unable to answer his question. "I guess you can say that," she replied shortly. She forced another smile, she didn't want anyone to suspect her identity.
"I'm her fan too," he said. "Too bad she fainted at the concert Sunday night."
She forced herself to keep a straight face. She did not want to talk at all about Sunday night. It was one of the most humiliating moments in her entire life. Never had she felt so vulnerable and helpless as she had felt them that evening. All her life she had tired continuously to keep herself from breaking down, to keep the world from seeing her true self. To keep her friends, especially Sakura, from knowing her darkest secrets. She did not want anyone to see her shattering heart and soul. And that night as she cried on stage, she felt as of the whole world had seen right through her. Right through the wall of lies she had so carefully placed around her to shield the world from the shameful truth she had.
She didn't want to talk about her concert. It was still a blur to her. She was on stage, singing with tears rolling down her cheeks. Music was pounding in her ears, the crowd was screaming and yelling on top of their lungs. Then when the song was over she bowed and...blank. The next thing she knew, she was in a hospital bed.
"Yes, it's a shame," she said. "The media can't seem to get off her back these past few days." She wanted to change the subject, or even better, end the conversation.
"Are you from out of town?" the waiter asked again. He studied her violet eyes, pale skin and long wavy hair. "I haven't seen you before."
"Yes, in fact I am," she smiled glad the subject was changed. "How did you know?" She wiped up a fake grin that came so easily for her these days. She flashed him one of her award winning smiles.
"You don't have an English accent," he replied, taking a seat opposite of her. "So what have brought you to Southend, England?" Referring to the small town they were both in. A beautiful small town near the ocean.
"Well," she began, wording her thoughts carefully. She did not want anyone to suspect who she really was. "My mother thought it would be a nice change for me. She thought that I needed a break from my normal agenda so she sent me here, to a small quite town." She smiled, hoping that he would buy her reason. It was partly the truth anyway.
"So are you here to stay?" he asked eagerly, with another flirting smile on his face.
She forced herself to smile again. "I might be," she replied mysteriously.
"Good," he said and stuck out his hand. "I'm Jason LaMeuirie."
She smiled and shook his hand. "Tomoyo Daidouji." For only a moment she was glad that most people only knew her as Violet and not Tomoyo.
They both exchanged a smile. "I think I better get back to work before my boss gets ticked off." He said getting up.
"It's pleasure meeting you," Tomoyo said as he headed back to work.
"I hope we will meet again," he said, winked. And disappeared behind the counter.
As he left, Tomoyo breathed a breath of relief as her pleasant expression fell, replaced by a slight frown. Her lavender eyes found their ways to window near her, she gazed out to the quiet street so unlike the city scene she was use to.
It was a beautiful morning. Bright and sunny. A few clouds in a sea of blueness. It was that type of Spring mornings where everything seems to be so right and joyful. The world seems to be singing and jumping with happiness as summer closed in.
She took another sip of coffee. Bitterness tingled through her body. She had forgotten to add more sugar and cream, yet she drank it anyway. She wanted to taste the sweet bitterness for it was all she had felt over the past year.
She had never felt so lonely, so lost and so helpless. She was on the verge of a break down. It was truly a miracle how she had kept it all together the last few years. Yet on Sunday night, the darker part of her managed to slip through.
Over the past few years, all she has been doing was hiding. Hiding behind lies and masks. Hiding herself away from everyone she knew, even her own mother. Her real self was always hidden away in the deeper part of her or behind a joyful mask.
A mask she had wore everyday, and a mask the world had known her as. She was seen to be someone who was happy, successful, carefree and graceful. Which were all miles away from the truth. She was relieved that no one yet had discovered her mask. Especially her best friend, Sakura.
Sakura Kinomoto, her naïve best friend, was the reason for her break down. After all those years together Sakura was still too thick and naïve to have seen through Tomoyo. Which she was truly thankful of. Since she, as much as she doesn't want to admit it, was crazily in love with her. She had discovered that only a few years ago, when Sakura was still capturing the Clow Cards. She realized how much she had loved her, so much more than just a friend. Yet, after all the clues and hints she absentmindedly dropped, no one (she hoped) had suspected a thing.
She shoved all her thoughts away as she reached for her black purse. She took out her wallet to pay for her coffee. As she opened her wallet her eyes fell upon the picture of Sakura and her taken only a year ago before Syaoron ever came into their lives. She look so happy in the picture, it was true happiness, unlike the hallow joy she felt now, for she had Sakura all to herself. But as she studied the picture, she saw that even Sakura's bright smile can not hide the sadness in her emerald eyes. Sakura was aching for Syaoron, and no one can replace him in her heart.
Tomoyo's eyes began to water. No matter how happy she was when Sakura was with her, Sakura can never be that happy with her. Sakura needed Syaoran. Tears ran down her face.
Sakura can never be hers. Never.
The thought played again and again in her head. The tears were blurring her vision.
:: Her happiness is my happiness. :: she told herself. :: if Sakura is happy with Syaoron, then let it be. ::
She took out a ten dollar bill and put in on the table. She picked up her honey colored over coat and black purse. Tomoyo rushed out of the coffee shop and into the cool Spring air.
She half ran and half walked down the sidewalk, not knowing where she was heading. She wanted to run, run far far away from her problems. Her tear streaked face was clearly visible to the people that pasted by her. Everything was a blur to her since tears were welling up in her eyes. She was bumping into people, not even bothering to excuse herself since she was crying so hard.
:: Why? :: she asked herself. :: Why is my life so cruel to me?:: She wiped her eyes and continued to rush through the streets. :: I know that life wasn't supposed to fair, but my life is just too much! ::
Tomoyo was crying so hard, she was unable to see a car coming straight for her as she blindly stepped into the streets.
She did not realize that she was right in the middle of the street until the car beeped loudly at her as it tried to stop. She looked bewilderedly at the car which she noticed was a long limo as it they collided with each other........
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Finally! Another chapter down! And a lot more to go! I hope you guys like this chapter! I worked so hard on it. I hope you guys were able to understand this chapter, since it might be a tiny bit confusing. So if you have any questions at all feel free to e-mail me or left a question in the reviews, I would be happy to clarify any questions!
I want to thank all of you who reviewed! THANK YOU SO SO MUCH! Your reviews mean SO SO much to me! I'm very glad that a lot of you guys like my story! I adore writing and I am especially glad that my stories are welcomed!
I would like to give a special thanks to "The Great One" who was my first reviewer! Thank you so much, your review was very special to me! And also to "Chiruriu" who reviewed twice (once for each chapter) and give me so much encouragement! (and about your questions, no Eriol had never really meet Tomoyo in person before, but they will soon ;), but he had been tracking her success as well as Sakura and Syaoron's lives, I'll get into that as the story processes) and also finally to "Blue Eyes" who also reviewed twice, I notice that you read a lot of E+T stories since when I read E+T's I usually notice your review in the reviews so I am really glad that you were able to read my fic!! Thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And to the rest who reviewed THANK YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now anyway, before this note gets too long I would like to say I'm sorry to everyone who was waiting for the chapter to go up!! I'M SO SO SO SORRY!! I had a really bad case of writer's block (don't you just hate them?) the past few days, so it took me a long time to get this chapter up. I'm sorry. But I'm really glad for the way it turned out, I guess, I had to write and rewrite this chapter 5 times! So I'm pretty content with the way it turned out.
And one more thing, I hope I didn't make Eriol and Tomoyo sound too angst or cold. Because I isn't really going for that. I want to show that they are both in a lot of pain (mentally) from broken hearts. Eriol became somewhat bitter and Tomoyo is breaking down. They are both unable to let go (even though Eriol tried). So I hope you didn't really get the wrong idea! Sorry.
And FINALLY please review again everyone! They mean a lot to me. And if you DON'T like this chapter please tell me! Please don't hesitate to tell me that this chapter or any or chapter SUCKS. I want to be a good write so please don't be afraid to gave me any criticism. ^_^
THANK YOU EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Wow that was long! Hope you didn't mind! Lol.)
******* Sorry if this was a cliffhanger *******
Note to Readers: Okay, this Chapter is dedicated to everyone who had reviewed my story, thank you so much! Especially a big thanx to The Great One, Chiruriu and Blue Eyes. Thank you so much!
Important: Sniff, sniff...please forgive me everyone!!!! For having you guys wait for so long, after the cliff hanger too!!!!!! I'm so sorry!! But I had a serious case of writer's block! I had big trouble putting all of my thoughts into words. I wrote and rewrote this chapter 5 times!!! Until finally, everything seemed to flow!! Phew!
You should know: Okay, the `:: ~~~ ::' means thoughts.
Summery: The 17 year old Tomoyo seem to have everything together, all the fame, glamour and a multi-million dollar record deal. But deep inside she is breaking apart. One day, fate brings Eriol and Tomoyo together, will he put her back together or is he going to break her even more...
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Every Life Have It's Share Of Pain
Chapter 3: Hiding
By Hally Dang
"Poor Tomoyo," Nakuru's smooth voice rang like a bell throughout the kitchen. "I still can't believe she passed out on stage like that."
"But she did," was Spinner's humdrum reply. He was on the breakfast table, reading a newspaper. It was very early in the morning, Nakuru was cooking breakfast. Since this week was their cook's vacation.
"But the poor thing," she said again, taking a batch of cookies out of the oven. "I bet her fans are dying to know what cause her to faint at the concert."
"Yes," Spinner replied, he turned a page of the newspaper. "The media is not helping either."
"Why do you say that?"
"Take a look yourself." Nakuru came beside Spinner and took a glance at the paper, she was still holding the pan of the freshly baked cookies.
There on the front page was a large picture of Tomoyo, tears flowing down her cheeks and her make up running all over the place. The headline reads `Pop Princess Violet's Sold Out, Passed Out Concert'.
Nakuru gasped. "This is outrageous!" she exclaimed as she started to read the article. "Pop Princess Violet was seen on Sunday night to have passed out during her Purple Dream Concert Special, which was broadcast around the globe. Her spoke person had said that the reason for this was because of the large amount of stress the singer had been having due to the publicity and her tight schedule. But many people are having doubts about her defense." Nakuru read out loud. "They are bluffing!"
"It gets worse after that," a deep male voice said coming from the doorway.
Nakuru looked up from the newspaper to find Eriol standing there gazing at her and Spinner with his sapphire eyes.
"What do you mean, Master?" Nakuru asked.
Eriol chuckled and seated himself at the table. "Don't you think the Media would attack her with every chance they have?" His voice was calm and diligent. "Read on, you'll see what I mean."
"Many doctors like, Dr Johnson of the University of Michigan believe that Violet might have been experiencing drug abuse, which had caused her to faint on Sunday night. During the past days, rumors have said that she was seen a few days ago at a night club in LA with a group of young men taking cocaine." Nakuru read, her usually pleasant expression suddenly turned into a frown. "How could they? Harassing the poor girl like that?" She placed the pan of cookie on the kitchen counter with a loud bang, she picked up the newspaper. "How can they print lies?"
"Easy," Eriol smiled, he took a cookie from the pan laying on the kitchen counter. "Cookies for breakfast, now that's the first."
Nakuru shot him an angry stare. "How can you even stand eating when Tomoyo is being tormented by the media?"
Eriol only smiled, his eyes seemed to dance in the early morning lights. His expression was unreadable, it was calm, patient and without a hint a worry, anger or pity. His dark disheveled hair shone in the sunlight. His slightly tanned skin contrasted greatly with the black three piece suit he was wearing. The look on his face and eyes seems to be overly natural and mature for his young age.
"Eriol," Spinner suddenly said, trying to break up the death stare Nakuru was giving their master. "Can't you do something to," he paused in search of better words. "Calm the public, at least a bit."
There was a pause between the trio in the oversized kitchen. Two pairs of eyes were on Eriol, gazing at him hopefully.
"No," was the short reply. His eyes suddenly turned dark as if to hide something dismal and cryptic behind them. His guardians continued to study him, waiting for the explanation.
"Why?" Nakuru inquired, when she realized that he wasn't going to offer a reason.
"Sometimes," Eriol replied slowly and carefully, wording everything very precisely. "Things are not to be meddled with. Fate has its ways. Tomoyo is, shall we say meant, to have stage in her life. It's part of her destiny. There are no reasons for us to interfere."
There was a long silent pause between them.
"You just lost me," Nakuru seated herself directly opposite of Eriol, eyeing him strictly. "What do you mean by `meant'? She's being harassed, haunted, tormented by the world's media! How much reasons do you need? She's your friend, for crying not loud! You are just going to sit there and let her ---"
"Nakuru!" Spinner gave her a forceful glare. "Master has his reasons."
Nakuru's angry expression softens. "All those evenings with your fortune telling gadgets are making you become such a fatalist." She said as she gave him one last stare before getting up and started to cook pancakes.
Eriol was silent after Nakuru's comments, he took another cookie from the pan. His eyes travel from the rosewood breakfast table to the large window on the wall. They seem to be searching, waiting. Those azure eyes seem to hind so much behind them, an endless sea of secrets too dangerous for anyone to know. They hid from the world an 18 year old boy...
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It was early Friday morning.
She hated mornings for she was never a morning person.
But at least it was Friday morning.
Thank goodness it was Friday.
She took another long sip of coffee. The bitter but sweet taste melted through her. She picked up a copy of the Friday paper from beside her and flipped through a few pages.
She quickly scanned an article.
The media is still on her back after four press conferences, over ten interviews and nine TV appearances. For some weird reason some people just refuse the accept her reason of stress for fainting on stage.
Maybe it was because it wasn't the truth. A small part of her chimed in. She quickly pushed that thought away. It is the truth, she told herself stubbornly.
She was torturing herself, and she knew that. She was making herself believe things, when in fact they are lies. She is making herself believe that she was stress and not heart broken and mentally ill over someone she can't---
"Excuse me, miss," a polite voice brought her back to reality, it spoke in a perfect English accent. "Do you want more coffee?"
She looked up from the newspaper to see a young man around her age holding a pot of coffee in his right hand. She quickly fixed a considerate smile on to her face. She looked at waiter of the coffee shop she was in. "No thank you," she replied still with a fixed smile on her lips.
The waiter studied her, his baby blue eyes went from her black high heels to her black flare pants, then to her beige cashmere turtleneck. She instantly knew that he was somehow attracted to her. She tired to cover the dread that was peeking through her pleasant features. After all she had been through this whole week, she didn't want more problems on her hands, like trying to put off a guy who was practically going ga-ga over her.
"Are you sure?" he asked again with a flirting smile on his tanned face. He raked his hand through his short blond hair.
"Maybe just one more cup," she told him, she wanted to end the conversation as soon as possible. She absentmindedly brushed back a strand of raven hair from her purple eyes.
The waiter smiled and bent over to pour more coffee into her cup, his eyes found the article she was reading. "I see you are a Violet's fan."
She found herself unable to answer his question. "I guess you can say that," she replied shortly. She forced another smile, she didn't want anyone to suspect her identity.
"I'm her fan too," he said. "Too bad she fainted at the concert Sunday night."
She forced herself to keep a straight face. She did not want to talk at all about Sunday night. It was one of the most humiliating moments in her entire life. Never had she felt so vulnerable and helpless as she had felt them that evening. All her life she had tired continuously to keep herself from breaking down, to keep the world from seeing her true self. To keep her friends, especially Sakura, from knowing her darkest secrets. She did not want anyone to see her shattering heart and soul. And that night as she cried on stage, she felt as of the whole world had seen right through her. Right through the wall of lies she had so carefully placed around her to shield the world from the shameful truth she had.
She didn't want to talk about her concert. It was still a blur to her. She was on stage, singing with tears rolling down her cheeks. Music was pounding in her ears, the crowd was screaming and yelling on top of their lungs. Then when the song was over she bowed and...blank. The next thing she knew, she was in a hospital bed.
"Yes, it's a shame," she said. "The media can't seem to get off her back these past few days." She wanted to change the subject, or even better, end the conversation.
"Are you from out of town?" the waiter asked again. He studied her violet eyes, pale skin and long wavy hair. "I haven't seen you before."
"Yes, in fact I am," she smiled glad the subject was changed. "How did you know?" She wiped up a fake grin that came so easily for her these days. She flashed him one of her award winning smiles.
"You don't have an English accent," he replied, taking a seat opposite of her. "So what have brought you to Southend, England?" Referring to the small town they were both in. A beautiful small town near the ocean.
"Well," she began, wording her thoughts carefully. She did not want anyone to suspect who she really was. "My mother thought it would be a nice change for me. She thought that I needed a break from my normal agenda so she sent me here, to a small quite town." She smiled, hoping that he would buy her reason. It was partly the truth anyway.
"So are you here to stay?" he asked eagerly, with another flirting smile on his face.
She forced herself to smile again. "I might be," she replied mysteriously.
"Good," he said and stuck out his hand. "I'm Jason LaMeuirie."
She smiled and shook his hand. "Tomoyo Daidouji." For only a moment she was glad that most people only knew her as Violet and not Tomoyo.
They both exchanged a smile. "I think I better get back to work before my boss gets ticked off." He said getting up.
"It's pleasure meeting you," Tomoyo said as he headed back to work.
"I hope we will meet again," he said, winked. And disappeared behind the counter.
As he left, Tomoyo breathed a breath of relief as her pleasant expression fell, replaced by a slight frown. Her lavender eyes found their ways to window near her, she gazed out to the quiet street so unlike the city scene she was use to.
It was a beautiful morning. Bright and sunny. A few clouds in a sea of blueness. It was that type of Spring mornings where everything seems to be so right and joyful. The world seems to be singing and jumping with happiness as summer closed in.
She took another sip of coffee. Bitterness tingled through her body. She had forgotten to add more sugar and cream, yet she drank it anyway. She wanted to taste the sweet bitterness for it was all she had felt over the past year.
She had never felt so lonely, so lost and so helpless. She was on the verge of a break down. It was truly a miracle how she had kept it all together the last few years. Yet on Sunday night, the darker part of her managed to slip through.
Over the past few years, all she has been doing was hiding. Hiding behind lies and masks. Hiding herself away from everyone she knew, even her own mother. Her real self was always hidden away in the deeper part of her or behind a joyful mask.
A mask she had wore everyday, and a mask the world had known her as. She was seen to be someone who was happy, successful, carefree and graceful. Which were all miles away from the truth. She was relieved that no one yet had discovered her mask. Especially her best friend, Sakura.
Sakura Kinomoto, her naïve best friend, was the reason for her break down. After all those years together Sakura was still too thick and naïve to have seen through Tomoyo. Which she was truly thankful of. Since she, as much as she doesn't want to admit it, was crazily in love with her. She had discovered that only a few years ago, when Sakura was still capturing the Clow Cards. She realized how much she had loved her, so much more than just a friend. Yet, after all the clues and hints she absentmindedly dropped, no one (she hoped) had suspected a thing.
She shoved all her thoughts away as she reached for her black purse. She took out her wallet to pay for her coffee. As she opened her wallet her eyes fell upon the picture of Sakura and her taken only a year ago before Syaoron ever came into their lives. She look so happy in the picture, it was true happiness, unlike the hallow joy she felt now, for she had Sakura all to herself. But as she studied the picture, she saw that even Sakura's bright smile can not hide the sadness in her emerald eyes. Sakura was aching for Syaoron, and no one can replace him in her heart.
Tomoyo's eyes began to water. No matter how happy she was when Sakura was with her, Sakura can never be that happy with her. Sakura needed Syaoran. Tears ran down her face.
Sakura can never be hers. Never.
The thought played again and again in her head. The tears were blurring her vision.
:: Her happiness is my happiness. :: she told herself. :: if Sakura is happy with Syaoron, then let it be. ::
She took out a ten dollar bill and put in on the table. She picked up her honey colored over coat and black purse. Tomoyo rushed out of the coffee shop and into the cool Spring air.
She half ran and half walked down the sidewalk, not knowing where she was heading. She wanted to run, run far far away from her problems. Her tear streaked face was clearly visible to the people that pasted by her. Everything was a blur to her since tears were welling up in her eyes. She was bumping into people, not even bothering to excuse herself since she was crying so hard.
:: Why? :: she asked herself. :: Why is my life so cruel to me?:: She wiped her eyes and continued to rush through the streets. :: I know that life wasn't supposed to fair, but my life is just too much! ::
Tomoyo was crying so hard, she was unable to see a car coming straight for her as she blindly stepped into the streets.
She did not realize that she was right in the middle of the street until the car beeped loudly at her as it tried to stop. She looked bewilderedly at the car which she noticed was a long limo as it they collided with each other........
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Finally! Another chapter down! And a lot more to go! I hope you guys like this chapter! I worked so hard on it. I hope you guys were able to understand this chapter, since it might be a tiny bit confusing. So if you have any questions at all feel free to e-mail me or left a question in the reviews, I would be happy to clarify any questions!
I want to thank all of you who reviewed! THANK YOU SO SO MUCH! Your reviews mean SO SO much to me! I'm very glad that a lot of you guys like my story! I adore writing and I am especially glad that my stories are welcomed!
I would like to give a special thanks to "The Great One" who was my first reviewer! Thank you so much, your review was very special to me! And also to "Chiruriu" who reviewed twice (once for each chapter) and give me so much encouragement! (and about your questions, no Eriol had never really meet Tomoyo in person before, but they will soon ;), but he had been tracking her success as well as Sakura and Syaoron's lives, I'll get into that as the story processes) and also finally to "Blue Eyes" who also reviewed twice, I notice that you read a lot of E+T stories since when I read E+T's I usually notice your review in the reviews so I am really glad that you were able to read my fic!! Thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And to the rest who reviewed THANK YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now anyway, before this note gets too long I would like to say I'm sorry to everyone who was waiting for the chapter to go up!! I'M SO SO SO SORRY!! I had a really bad case of writer's block (don't you just hate them?) the past few days, so it took me a long time to get this chapter up. I'm sorry. But I'm really glad for the way it turned out, I guess, I had to write and rewrite this chapter 5 times! So I'm pretty content with the way it turned out.
And one more thing, I hope I didn't make Eriol and Tomoyo sound too angst or cold. Because I isn't really going for that. I want to show that they are both in a lot of pain (mentally) from broken hearts. Eriol became somewhat bitter and Tomoyo is breaking down. They are both unable to let go (even though Eriol tried). So I hope you didn't really get the wrong idea! Sorry.
And FINALLY please review again everyone! They mean a lot to me. And if you DON'T like this chapter please tell me! Please don't hesitate to tell me that this chapter or any or chapter SUCKS. I want to be a good write so please don't be afraid to gave me any criticism. ^_^
THANK YOU EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Wow that was long! Hope you didn't mind! Lol.)
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