Author's note Im bored clamp owns ccs.. Onto the story. Oh yeah life is
depressing so don;'t enjoy it
Chapter 5 Memory (part2)
Tears still pouring down her eyes. She was crying so much that it slowly began to drip into her food. She hated her self and wanted to die the only thing that stopped her was this image. As she lay her tears out for all to see she could feel Shaoran next to her touching her cheek. Telling her what she always would remember " Don't worry Sakura, I told you no matter what comes for you I will protect you." She felt so unprotected right now though. She kept her tears going even infront of everyone not even Touya or Tomoyo could stop her. She kept saying to herself "Shaoran without you I am so weak can't you see."
Touya looked across the table at his little sister and as much as he once disliked her supposed love. He had to admit she was much more pleasant to be around when Shaoran was close to her. Touya glanced at Sakura she was shivering. She softly began to put her hand on her own cheek as if Shaoran's hand was still there to wipe away her tears. Tomoyo looked at Touya and motioned to have a conversation alone with him.
They walked away form the dinner scene and into the family room all over there were pictures of Touya, Sakura, and Fujitaka and the occasional picture of Nadeshiko. But there was one picture that Tomoyo wanted to show Touya. It was one of many pictures of Sakura jumping around happily but what was once unnoticed by Touya was the boy next to her, Shaoran. Touya slowly began to realize that Shaoran was really important to his heart broken sister. "Tomoyo what can I do?" Touya asked looking down at the worried Tomoyo who was still watching Sakura soak herself in tears. "There is only one thing we can do. comfort her until he comes back. But it would just be nice if she could see him at least once over the summer." Tomoyo responded.
The door guarding the house suddenly bursted open it was Fujitaka. He had just come home from the university. He looked at Tomoyo, Touya, and the dinner scene. He felt so very disheartened seeing his little girl, Sakura in tears. It was quite a depressing site for him. But he had that fatherly intuition as to why (and yes I think there is one). As to why she was so sad, so depressed, so tear filled and sorrow shown. He knew she had feeling for this Shaoran. Although he himself had never meet the boy he asked Touya about him and as always Touya said Shaoran was not good enough for Sakura. But then again maybe no body was good enough for Sakura in Touya's eyes.
Sakura looked up at Eriol it was just her and him sitting there at the dinner table. She had always been quite fond of him, but she knew she had no feelings for him. You can't have feelings for an emotionless boy. Yet Tomoyo did. Sakura kindly got up and asked Eriol if she could be excused and of course being the gentleman he was and understanding the circumstances he said yes. Eriol looked around yet again he was by himself. He shook his head and off the supposed feeling went. Eriol knew he can't feel loneliness. He quietly ate his dinner alone feeling no happiness or sadness. He silently began to pick up the dishes and wash them off. Yet he was curious as to where everyone went but he just sat there alone waiting for someone to come get him.
As Sakura ran away form the now lonely dinner scene she felt tears coming from her heart and telling her eyes to shed. She quickly ran into her room softly closing her door and throwing herself at the pillows and she began to cry. She felt the pillow getting damp but right now the pillow was the only thing that had the courage to touch Sakura's tears was this pillow. She closed her eyes remembering Shaoran and his touch. She remembered how Shaoran would always come to the rescue. She remembered how light his touch was despite the hardness of his hands. She looked towards the corner and the sight it made her cry even more. As her eyes ran across the words and her mind reading them. She looked at the poem that was on her wall. It was from Shaoran. This made her tears come even faster and even harder to stop. She hugged onto the pillows wishing it were Shaoran close by, wishing it were Shaoran right next to her that she could hold tight. But it wasn't it was just a pillow. And all she could do is let her tears bleed onto the pillow. She kept staring at the poem on her wall it was from Shaoran at Christmas time.
Chapter 5 Memory (part2)
Tears still pouring down her eyes. She was crying so much that it slowly began to drip into her food. She hated her self and wanted to die the only thing that stopped her was this image. As she lay her tears out for all to see she could feel Shaoran next to her touching her cheek. Telling her what she always would remember " Don't worry Sakura, I told you no matter what comes for you I will protect you." She felt so unprotected right now though. She kept her tears going even infront of everyone not even Touya or Tomoyo could stop her. She kept saying to herself "Shaoran without you I am so weak can't you see."
Touya looked across the table at his little sister and as much as he once disliked her supposed love. He had to admit she was much more pleasant to be around when Shaoran was close to her. Touya glanced at Sakura she was shivering. She softly began to put her hand on her own cheek as if Shaoran's hand was still there to wipe away her tears. Tomoyo looked at Touya and motioned to have a conversation alone with him.
They walked away form the dinner scene and into the family room all over there were pictures of Touya, Sakura, and Fujitaka and the occasional picture of Nadeshiko. But there was one picture that Tomoyo wanted to show Touya. It was one of many pictures of Sakura jumping around happily but what was once unnoticed by Touya was the boy next to her, Shaoran. Touya slowly began to realize that Shaoran was really important to his heart broken sister. "Tomoyo what can I do?" Touya asked looking down at the worried Tomoyo who was still watching Sakura soak herself in tears. "There is only one thing we can do. comfort her until he comes back. But it would just be nice if she could see him at least once over the summer." Tomoyo responded.
The door guarding the house suddenly bursted open it was Fujitaka. He had just come home from the university. He looked at Tomoyo, Touya, and the dinner scene. He felt so very disheartened seeing his little girl, Sakura in tears. It was quite a depressing site for him. But he had that fatherly intuition as to why (and yes I think there is one). As to why she was so sad, so depressed, so tear filled and sorrow shown. He knew she had feeling for this Shaoran. Although he himself had never meet the boy he asked Touya about him and as always Touya said Shaoran was not good enough for Sakura. But then again maybe no body was good enough for Sakura in Touya's eyes.
Sakura looked up at Eriol it was just her and him sitting there at the dinner table. She had always been quite fond of him, but she knew she had no feelings for him. You can't have feelings for an emotionless boy. Yet Tomoyo did. Sakura kindly got up and asked Eriol if she could be excused and of course being the gentleman he was and understanding the circumstances he said yes. Eriol looked around yet again he was by himself. He shook his head and off the supposed feeling went. Eriol knew he can't feel loneliness. He quietly ate his dinner alone feeling no happiness or sadness. He silently began to pick up the dishes and wash them off. Yet he was curious as to where everyone went but he just sat there alone waiting for someone to come get him.
As Sakura ran away form the now lonely dinner scene she felt tears coming from her heart and telling her eyes to shed. She quickly ran into her room softly closing her door and throwing herself at the pillows and she began to cry. She felt the pillow getting damp but right now the pillow was the only thing that had the courage to touch Sakura's tears was this pillow. She closed her eyes remembering Shaoran and his touch. She remembered how Shaoran would always come to the rescue. She remembered how light his touch was despite the hardness of his hands. She looked towards the corner and the sight it made her cry even more. As her eyes ran across the words and her mind reading them. She looked at the poem that was on her wall. It was from Shaoran. This made her tears come even faster and even harder to stop. She hugged onto the pillows wishing it were Shaoran close by, wishing it were Shaoran right next to her that she could hold tight. But it wasn't it was just a pillow. And all she could do is let her tears bleed onto the pillow. She kept staring at the poem on her wall it was from Shaoran at Christmas time.