Trying To Cheat Fate.
By: Xiao
Author's Note:
Tweaked Eriol a bit, only his age. There's nothing seriously wrong with Meiling, it's just how I feel sometimes when I cry too much.
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Chapter Ten: After Thoughts and Explanations.
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She blinked, and pulled out another letter from the folder and read it. Everything seemed to be so.. fimiliar, in one way or another. The name, mostly: Sakura Kinomoto. She stopped reading the letter that she held in her hand and looked at him.
"What was the name of the card mistress that you had to capture the clow cards with?" She took another glance back at the paper. It was either Sakura who was the one did, or it was another one of the girls they had known when they had lived in Tomoeda, Japan.
He shrugged. "I don't know, her or another one of our friends probably?"
"Oh." She took out another letter and read it silently. Syaoran stared at her for a moment. Was she going to sit there and read every letter Sakura had wrote to him?
"Well," he shrugged. "If you're going to just read all of them, I'm going to go for a walk outside." Meiling nodded without taking her eyes off the paper, and Syaoran quietly left through the front door, leaving Meiling to read in silence.
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She pulled out the final letter, and stared at the handwriting, which had been shaky and parts were stained with what looks like little droplets of water. Then it struck her..
A letter after they had broken up.
It seemed to be so clear now, exactly what life was like. The two were penpals in the beginning, and then he had figured out about the clow cards being set loose and had left to Tomoeda to find, she, Sakura Kinomoto was no longer a friend, a penpal, but more of a rival for the cards. It developed, and eventually Syaoran had found a new "love" for Sakura, and had broken the engagement they had had. 'How could you forget something like that?' she questioned herself. 'No.. I didn't forget, it just slipped my mind..' She bit her bottom lip.
Once Meiling's bind to Syaoran was broken, he was free to be with Sakura. She remembered everything, from when her and Sakura's friend had set the two up, to those aching days when she had felt more suicidal and alone then ever. On the outside, she was more into helping the two be together. Though, on the inside she was aching for him, feeling terrible that she had lost him for what seemed like an eternity. The times she would see them sitting on the swings, holding hands and laughing, she would feel opposite of both of them, like she could just crawl into a hole and die, and that no one would care.
Oh, sure, her and Syaoran had still been best friends, but that wasn't all that Meiling wanted, oh, no, not at all. She wanted him to love her like he had loved Sakura. She would of done anything just to get one smile from him, like he smiled at Sakura. Anything at all to get the attention he gave to her. She would of done anything, anything at all, just to get him.
Then Syaoran and herself had gone back to Hong Kong, China. Things seemed to slowly change. At first, it seemed more like he was home sick and was yearning for Sakura, but it slowly developed to a relationship for Meiling instead. It was what Meiling had wanted, it was all that she wanted, was him, and it eventually had turned to that. Though, how can anyone tell why? She asked herself that too many times, and she eventually came up with the explanation from Syaoran. How? One day she had decided to ask him.
"I guess when you have someone you love so much and you have to leave them for a while," Syaoran pasued, trying to complete his explanation in his head. "That you started to develope a need to love someone you can see everyday, talk to everyday, love everyday." He took a glance toward Meiling. "Do you get what I'm saying?"
She had nodded. "Yes, I do get it."
"Good. Well, anyway, maybe you need to love someone who is there. That is it all summed up, to make a long story short." He had grinned at her, her reflecting a smile back to him.
Oh, she did have more questions, she wanted to know why he had finally loved her. They had known eachother forever, basically, why couldn't he have loved her when they were children? Why was the routine to break their engagement for another girl, then dump her and resume the engagement plan but this time, it was love and be loved in return? She didn't want to ask him, and so, she forced the question out of her mind and ignored it. That didn't matter, all the mattered was that he had loved her now.
She blinked and looked the envelope she had taken Sakura's letter out of (the one after the two had broken up.), and noticed the other letter inside. She pulled it out and exaimed it, noticing the short letter, and how it was signed with 'Syaoran Li,' at the bottom.
'The greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love, and be loved in return. I'm sorry, Sakura. You'll find someone who'll love you just as much as you love them someday, but it's not me.
Sincerely,
Syaoran Li.'
That was not the only thing written, she noticed, and at the bottom of the short letter, at the very end of the page she had noticed the short sentence written in completely different handwriting.
I don't need to keep this. I don't want to keep it (your letter), so here it is, back to you.
+ I hope you're happy (I do mean this.) without me.
-- Sakura Kinomoto.'
She shoved the letter back into the envelope and then back into the green folder, and shutting it. She had finally wanted to talk to Eriol, to explain things to him. He had said if there was something she wanted to tell him, then to call him, right? She went and looked at the papers near the phone, and noticed the number scribbled next to the name; Eriol Hiiragizawa. She grabbed the phone and dialed, listening to the rings.
"Eriol Hiiragizawa here." That fimilar voice filled Meiling's ears. She sighed in relief, still slightly happy that Eriol was there, that she could tell him everything.
"It's Meiling."
"You rang?"
"I did. I need to talk to you, please. I want to tell you some things if that's all right." She bit her bottom lip, and twirled the coard around his fingers. She wondered if it was possible to go meet him somewhere, thinking it might be easier to explain things in real life, instead of over the phone.
"Would you like me to come to your house? Do this over the phone? Or.."
"My house is fine."
There was silence except for the sound of papers being rustled from Eriol's side of the phone. "Okay. I have your address, I'll meet you in about thirty minutes. 'Bye." She responded again with a simple good bye as well and hung up.
It was no decided. She was going to explain things to him.
She sighed and let herself drag herself from her seat and walk to the front door, grabbing the handle and twisting it. She noticed that Syaoran was sitting on the curb. She walked silently over to him and took a seat next to him, folding her hands infront of her and looking at them.
"Eriol is going to come over." She coughed lightly to clear her throat while Syaoran turned his gaze and looked at her, while she continued. "I want to explain some things to him."
"About what?"
"You and Sakura Kinomoto when we were in--"
"Why?"
"I don't know. I just feel like I should explain. Do you want to sit and talk with us or would you rather go elsewhere?"
He paused. Listen to his fiancee and her therapist? What Meiling had to say about when him and Sakura were together? Interesting idea, and a tempting situation. He looked down at the concrete and shrugged his shoulders. "I'll do whatever you two want."
She nodded and stood in time with him, and the two made their way back inside, Meiling making her way back to the kitchen and putting on a pot of tea, while Syaoran sat down at the table.
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Ding-Dong. Meiling pushed the chair out a little bit and stood, nodding to Syaoran that she'd go and answer it. He nodded in return and she went to the door, opening it to reveal infront of her, Eriol Hiiragizawa.
He grinned. "G'afternoon. How are you?" She smiled herself and brought him inside and to the table where Syaoran had been sitting with her, though, was now standing besides his chair. Eriol extended a hand to him, in which he took, shaking for less than a a few seconds.
"Syaoran Li." Syaoran said, staring at him. None the less Chinese, nor Japanese. He looked like one of those Americans, perphaps English. Most likely English, considered the light accent in his voice. He seemed normal enough, though, midnight blue tresses like Syaoran's, but not brown, and his orbs the same colour as his hair, with a pair of circular spectacles over them, and of course, a smile placed on his lips. The boy seemed a litte younger then Syaoran had expected (He had never met him, only sat outside while him and Meiling talked.), probably somewhere in his twenties.
"Ah, the one Meiling likes to talk about." He grinned. "Eriol Hiiragizawa, nice to meet you." Syaoran nodded toward him, while Meiling brough him to the frontroom and the her and Eriol sat.
Eriol looked at Syaoran. "You can join, if it's alright with Meiling." Meiling nodded and her smile brightened as Syaoran took a seat next to her. Eriol had been sitting in a chair opposite of the couple.
Meiling offered him some of the tea she had made a little earlier, but he politely refused and they continued, Eriol pullined out a notebook; a smaller one that fit in his pocket, compared to his other one which was normal size.
"So, Meiling, you wanted to tell me some things?"
She nodded. "It's kind of off topic, though.." She added.
"That's fine, go ahead."
"Okay." she sat back against the cushions on the seat and began to explain things, leaving out the detail of Sakura's magic and the details of the clow cards. Instead of saying Syaoran had come to Tomoeda to go for the clow cards, she had said he had come as a vacation and to meet Sakura, his old penpal. She had even explained in slight detail how she had felt when Syaoran had been dating Sakura. Eriol had nodded and jotted down notes in his small notebook. Syaoran had only stared at Meiling a bit of awe when she said how she felt about the two. He had never expected that. 'I mean, I was perky and happy to be placing them together but really, I guess, I was more jealous and depressive. Seeing them, holding hands, talking and laughing, it made me want to go and crawl into a hole, die. I thought, even, that if I cut myself and died that way not a single person would care!' He ran that over and over in her mind. He began to silently question her. Was she thinking that if she cut herself now and she killed herself, he wouldn't care?
If she was thinking that, she was wrong. He would care.
"Is that everything, Meiling?" He looked up and pressed the rim of his glasses back up onto his nose, and she nodded. He turned and looked at Syaoran.
"Why'd you change your mind?"
"Excuse me..?"
"She said you broke the engagement for someone else and then went back to her?"
"I did."
"Why?"
Silence had began to engulf the room. Eriol was suposed to be here to help Meiling, and not sit and ask Syaoran questions. Syaoran looked at Meiling, she staring back. Meiling knew the reason, and Eriol didn't have to. He didn't want to explain something like that to someone who was practically a complete stranger to himself. He shook his head. "You're suposed to be helping Meiling. There's no reason for you to ask me why I changed my mind." Eriol nodded.
"Well," Eriol took a glance at his watch. "That's rather normal, considering how girls have crushes and are hurt when they find out they like someone else. No worries now that you two are together, though, I reasure you that. Now, I'm terribly sorry but I have another appointment and if I don't leave I'll be late." He smiled and stood, thanking her and exited.
Meiling shut the door behind Eriol, and slowly locked it, sighing. She had spilt some personal things to Eriol, and like Syaoran had said, they didn't have to answer--
"I didn't know you were jealous." Syaoran commented, now standing from his seat. The girl kept her hold on the handle. She shouldn't of told him that, she wanted to keep that secret once Syaoran had began to love her. It would of made him feel bad, exact opposite of what she wanted; she wanted him happy (but before they were together, she wanted him happy, but in return she was sad.).
She pressed her forehead against the wood and shut her eyes, lowing her voice to a whisper, but loud enough so Syaoran would be able to hear her voice. She began to tremble softly. Why? She didn't know. "Did you expect me to tell you how I felt about you? Confront you and say exactly how I felt?" she began to quote things. "'Syaoran, do you have a clue how you're making me feel? I saw you with her, holding hands, you two laughing, the joy in your face? While, I, Meiling Li, your perky fiancee-no-more who wants to get you together, but secretly I think you'd be better off without me. Oh, I know, let me go get a knife, and I can finish this off. It's not like you'd care, hm?'
"I thought that back then, all I wanted from you was you to be happy. I think you thought that was what I wanted." She brought the hand up, the one that wasn't holding onto the door knob and placed it flat on the wood next to where her forehead placed against. She let herself quietly cry at the thought of the past. "I wanted you to be happy, but I wanted the happiness to be when you were with me, not her." There was a sudden jerk of pain in her stomach, maybe it was just thinking about it that brought it, but she felt like she could crumble onto the ground. Maybe, if she went and got a knife and slit her wrists the pain would stop, and then there'd be no pain anymore.
Then there was Syaoran, standing, speechless, watching his girl tremble while giving out an explanation. He wanted to tell her it was okay, he was with her now, that everything was fine, but words couldn't escape his mouth. He felt like he couldn't move until she did.
She remembered looking at those letters, and once realizing that they were from his ex girlfriend, how jealous it made her feel. Jealousy, it was terrible, it brought back those memories. And thinking back at them now, she was feeling sick at the thought. That terrible feeling inside--
She crumbled down to the ground, and that was when Syaoran moved from his spot and went to her, so find her there on the ground, crying. She had pulled her knees to her chest, trying to shove the pain from her stomach. Sometimes, when she thought of something that made her feel bad, she would cry too much and it would make her feel sick and empty and give her a stomach ache. That was what was happening now.
He grabbed her hand in hers and pulled her to her feet, and helped her move back to the couch, sitting her down. She had put her hands over her stomach and leaned against his shoulder. He had a feeling that stomach aches when you felt terrible and were crying over something had to make pain a little worse, but he assumed it was nothing serious. He gently moved her off his shoulder and let her lean against the cushions and went into the kitchen, rummaging through the cabnits. He grabbed some of the pills they took when they had stomach aches and looked at the back label, as long as it said don't take when your pregnant, or anything of the sort, it would be fine. It didn't say anything on that, and so he dropped two tablets into his hand and grabbed a glass, pouring some water into it and adding some ice cubes. He then went back to her and handed it to her.
"Take 'em, they'll help your stomach." She agreed and did so, then drinking the whole glass along with the icecubes. A moment later he found her with her head in his lap, she looking up at him. GOD, he hated it when she was upset and felt bad. Hated it, hated it! It made him feel bad, and so, he would always try to comfort the poor girl. Why did she have to go through so much with this? Why couldn't some other girl who would of wanted this to happen of had this instead of his Meiling? God, why was life so unfair?
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After Note:
... Nothing to say. Check back in chapter eleven.
By: Xiao
Author's Note:
Tweaked Eriol a bit, only his age. There's nothing seriously wrong with Meiling, it's just how I feel sometimes when I cry too much.
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Chapter Ten: After Thoughts and Explanations.
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She blinked, and pulled out another letter from the folder and read it. Everything seemed to be so.. fimiliar, in one way or another. The name, mostly: Sakura Kinomoto. She stopped reading the letter that she held in her hand and looked at him.
"What was the name of the card mistress that you had to capture the clow cards with?" She took another glance back at the paper. It was either Sakura who was the one did, or it was another one of the girls they had known when they had lived in Tomoeda, Japan.
He shrugged. "I don't know, her or another one of our friends probably?"
"Oh." She took out another letter and read it silently. Syaoran stared at her for a moment. Was she going to sit there and read every letter Sakura had wrote to him?
"Well," he shrugged. "If you're going to just read all of them, I'm going to go for a walk outside." Meiling nodded without taking her eyes off the paper, and Syaoran quietly left through the front door, leaving Meiling to read in silence.
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She pulled out the final letter, and stared at the handwriting, which had been shaky and parts were stained with what looks like little droplets of water. Then it struck her..
A letter after they had broken up.
It seemed to be so clear now, exactly what life was like. The two were penpals in the beginning, and then he had figured out about the clow cards being set loose and had left to Tomoeda to find, she, Sakura Kinomoto was no longer a friend, a penpal, but more of a rival for the cards. It developed, and eventually Syaoran had found a new "love" for Sakura, and had broken the engagement they had had. 'How could you forget something like that?' she questioned herself. 'No.. I didn't forget, it just slipped my mind..' She bit her bottom lip.
Once Meiling's bind to Syaoran was broken, he was free to be with Sakura. She remembered everything, from when her and Sakura's friend had set the two up, to those aching days when she had felt more suicidal and alone then ever. On the outside, she was more into helping the two be together. Though, on the inside she was aching for him, feeling terrible that she had lost him for what seemed like an eternity. The times she would see them sitting on the swings, holding hands and laughing, she would feel opposite of both of them, like she could just crawl into a hole and die, and that no one would care.
Oh, sure, her and Syaoran had still been best friends, but that wasn't all that Meiling wanted, oh, no, not at all. She wanted him to love her like he had loved Sakura. She would of done anything just to get one smile from him, like he smiled at Sakura. Anything at all to get the attention he gave to her. She would of done anything, anything at all, just to get him.
Then Syaoran and herself had gone back to Hong Kong, China. Things seemed to slowly change. At first, it seemed more like he was home sick and was yearning for Sakura, but it slowly developed to a relationship for Meiling instead. It was what Meiling had wanted, it was all that she wanted, was him, and it eventually had turned to that. Though, how can anyone tell why? She asked herself that too many times, and she eventually came up with the explanation from Syaoran. How? One day she had decided to ask him.
"I guess when you have someone you love so much and you have to leave them for a while," Syaoran pasued, trying to complete his explanation in his head. "That you started to develope a need to love someone you can see everyday, talk to everyday, love everyday." He took a glance toward Meiling. "Do you get what I'm saying?"
She had nodded. "Yes, I do get it."
"Good. Well, anyway, maybe you need to love someone who is there. That is it all summed up, to make a long story short." He had grinned at her, her reflecting a smile back to him.
Oh, she did have more questions, she wanted to know why he had finally loved her. They had known eachother forever, basically, why couldn't he have loved her when they were children? Why was the routine to break their engagement for another girl, then dump her and resume the engagement plan but this time, it was love and be loved in return? She didn't want to ask him, and so, she forced the question out of her mind and ignored it. That didn't matter, all the mattered was that he had loved her now.
She blinked and looked the envelope she had taken Sakura's letter out of (the one after the two had broken up.), and noticed the other letter inside. She pulled it out and exaimed it, noticing the short letter, and how it was signed with 'Syaoran Li,' at the bottom.
'The greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love, and be loved in return. I'm sorry, Sakura. You'll find someone who'll love you just as much as you love them someday, but it's not me.
Sincerely,
Syaoran Li.'
That was not the only thing written, she noticed, and at the bottom of the short letter, at the very end of the page she had noticed the short sentence written in completely different handwriting.
I don't need to keep this. I don't want to keep it (your letter), so here it is, back to you.
+ I hope you're happy (I do mean this.) without me.
-- Sakura Kinomoto.'
She shoved the letter back into the envelope and then back into the green folder, and shutting it. She had finally wanted to talk to Eriol, to explain things to him. He had said if there was something she wanted to tell him, then to call him, right? She went and looked at the papers near the phone, and noticed the number scribbled next to the name; Eriol Hiiragizawa. She grabbed the phone and dialed, listening to the rings.
"Eriol Hiiragizawa here." That fimilar voice filled Meiling's ears. She sighed in relief, still slightly happy that Eriol was there, that she could tell him everything.
"It's Meiling."
"You rang?"
"I did. I need to talk to you, please. I want to tell you some things if that's all right." She bit her bottom lip, and twirled the coard around his fingers. She wondered if it was possible to go meet him somewhere, thinking it might be easier to explain things in real life, instead of over the phone.
"Would you like me to come to your house? Do this over the phone? Or.."
"My house is fine."
There was silence except for the sound of papers being rustled from Eriol's side of the phone. "Okay. I have your address, I'll meet you in about thirty minutes. 'Bye." She responded again with a simple good bye as well and hung up.
It was no decided. She was going to explain things to him.
She sighed and let herself drag herself from her seat and walk to the front door, grabbing the handle and twisting it. She noticed that Syaoran was sitting on the curb. She walked silently over to him and took a seat next to him, folding her hands infront of her and looking at them.
"Eriol is going to come over." She coughed lightly to clear her throat while Syaoran turned his gaze and looked at her, while she continued. "I want to explain some things to him."
"About what?"
"You and Sakura Kinomoto when we were in--"
"Why?"
"I don't know. I just feel like I should explain. Do you want to sit and talk with us or would you rather go elsewhere?"
He paused. Listen to his fiancee and her therapist? What Meiling had to say about when him and Sakura were together? Interesting idea, and a tempting situation. He looked down at the concrete and shrugged his shoulders. "I'll do whatever you two want."
She nodded and stood in time with him, and the two made their way back inside, Meiling making her way back to the kitchen and putting on a pot of tea, while Syaoran sat down at the table.
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Ding-Dong. Meiling pushed the chair out a little bit and stood, nodding to Syaoran that she'd go and answer it. He nodded in return and she went to the door, opening it to reveal infront of her, Eriol Hiiragizawa.
He grinned. "G'afternoon. How are you?" She smiled herself and brought him inside and to the table where Syaoran had been sitting with her, though, was now standing besides his chair. Eriol extended a hand to him, in which he took, shaking for less than a a few seconds.
"Syaoran Li." Syaoran said, staring at him. None the less Chinese, nor Japanese. He looked like one of those Americans, perphaps English. Most likely English, considered the light accent in his voice. He seemed normal enough, though, midnight blue tresses like Syaoran's, but not brown, and his orbs the same colour as his hair, with a pair of circular spectacles over them, and of course, a smile placed on his lips. The boy seemed a litte younger then Syaoran had expected (He had never met him, only sat outside while him and Meiling talked.), probably somewhere in his twenties.
"Ah, the one Meiling likes to talk about." He grinned. "Eriol Hiiragizawa, nice to meet you." Syaoran nodded toward him, while Meiling brough him to the frontroom and the her and Eriol sat.
Eriol looked at Syaoran. "You can join, if it's alright with Meiling." Meiling nodded and her smile brightened as Syaoran took a seat next to her. Eriol had been sitting in a chair opposite of the couple.
Meiling offered him some of the tea she had made a little earlier, but he politely refused and they continued, Eriol pullined out a notebook; a smaller one that fit in his pocket, compared to his other one which was normal size.
"So, Meiling, you wanted to tell me some things?"
She nodded. "It's kind of off topic, though.." She added.
"That's fine, go ahead."
"Okay." she sat back against the cushions on the seat and began to explain things, leaving out the detail of Sakura's magic and the details of the clow cards. Instead of saying Syaoran had come to Tomoeda to go for the clow cards, she had said he had come as a vacation and to meet Sakura, his old penpal. She had even explained in slight detail how she had felt when Syaoran had been dating Sakura. Eriol had nodded and jotted down notes in his small notebook. Syaoran had only stared at Meiling a bit of awe when she said how she felt about the two. He had never expected that. 'I mean, I was perky and happy to be placing them together but really, I guess, I was more jealous and depressive. Seeing them, holding hands, talking and laughing, it made me want to go and crawl into a hole, die. I thought, even, that if I cut myself and died that way not a single person would care!' He ran that over and over in her mind. He began to silently question her. Was she thinking that if she cut herself now and she killed herself, he wouldn't care?
If she was thinking that, she was wrong. He would care.
"Is that everything, Meiling?" He looked up and pressed the rim of his glasses back up onto his nose, and she nodded. He turned and looked at Syaoran.
"Why'd you change your mind?"
"Excuse me..?"
"She said you broke the engagement for someone else and then went back to her?"
"I did."
"Why?"
Silence had began to engulf the room. Eriol was suposed to be here to help Meiling, and not sit and ask Syaoran questions. Syaoran looked at Meiling, she staring back. Meiling knew the reason, and Eriol didn't have to. He didn't want to explain something like that to someone who was practically a complete stranger to himself. He shook his head. "You're suposed to be helping Meiling. There's no reason for you to ask me why I changed my mind." Eriol nodded.
"Well," Eriol took a glance at his watch. "That's rather normal, considering how girls have crushes and are hurt when they find out they like someone else. No worries now that you two are together, though, I reasure you that. Now, I'm terribly sorry but I have another appointment and if I don't leave I'll be late." He smiled and stood, thanking her and exited.
Meiling shut the door behind Eriol, and slowly locked it, sighing. She had spilt some personal things to Eriol, and like Syaoran had said, they didn't have to answer--
"I didn't know you were jealous." Syaoran commented, now standing from his seat. The girl kept her hold on the handle. She shouldn't of told him that, she wanted to keep that secret once Syaoran had began to love her. It would of made him feel bad, exact opposite of what she wanted; she wanted him happy (but before they were together, she wanted him happy, but in return she was sad.).
She pressed her forehead against the wood and shut her eyes, lowing her voice to a whisper, but loud enough so Syaoran would be able to hear her voice. She began to tremble softly. Why? She didn't know. "Did you expect me to tell you how I felt about you? Confront you and say exactly how I felt?" she began to quote things. "'Syaoran, do you have a clue how you're making me feel? I saw you with her, holding hands, you two laughing, the joy in your face? While, I, Meiling Li, your perky fiancee-no-more who wants to get you together, but secretly I think you'd be better off without me. Oh, I know, let me go get a knife, and I can finish this off. It's not like you'd care, hm?'
"I thought that back then, all I wanted from you was you to be happy. I think you thought that was what I wanted." She brought the hand up, the one that wasn't holding onto the door knob and placed it flat on the wood next to where her forehead placed against. She let herself quietly cry at the thought of the past. "I wanted you to be happy, but I wanted the happiness to be when you were with me, not her." There was a sudden jerk of pain in her stomach, maybe it was just thinking about it that brought it, but she felt like she could crumble onto the ground. Maybe, if she went and got a knife and slit her wrists the pain would stop, and then there'd be no pain anymore.
Then there was Syaoran, standing, speechless, watching his girl tremble while giving out an explanation. He wanted to tell her it was okay, he was with her now, that everything was fine, but words couldn't escape his mouth. He felt like he couldn't move until she did.
She remembered looking at those letters, and once realizing that they were from his ex girlfriend, how jealous it made her feel. Jealousy, it was terrible, it brought back those memories. And thinking back at them now, she was feeling sick at the thought. That terrible feeling inside--
She crumbled down to the ground, and that was when Syaoran moved from his spot and went to her, so find her there on the ground, crying. She had pulled her knees to her chest, trying to shove the pain from her stomach. Sometimes, when she thought of something that made her feel bad, she would cry too much and it would make her feel sick and empty and give her a stomach ache. That was what was happening now.
He grabbed her hand in hers and pulled her to her feet, and helped her move back to the couch, sitting her down. She had put her hands over her stomach and leaned against his shoulder. He had a feeling that stomach aches when you felt terrible and were crying over something had to make pain a little worse, but he assumed it was nothing serious. He gently moved her off his shoulder and let her lean against the cushions and went into the kitchen, rummaging through the cabnits. He grabbed some of the pills they took when they had stomach aches and looked at the back label, as long as it said don't take when your pregnant, or anything of the sort, it would be fine. It didn't say anything on that, and so he dropped two tablets into his hand and grabbed a glass, pouring some water into it and adding some ice cubes. He then went back to her and handed it to her.
"Take 'em, they'll help your stomach." She agreed and did so, then drinking the whole glass along with the icecubes. A moment later he found her with her head in his lap, she looking up at him. GOD, he hated it when she was upset and felt bad. Hated it, hated it! It made him feel bad, and so, he would always try to comfort the poor girl. Why did she have to go through so much with this? Why couldn't some other girl who would of wanted this to happen of had this instead of his Meiling? God, why was life so unfair?
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After Note:
... Nothing to say. Check back in chapter eleven.