Trying to Cheat Fate
By: Xiao
Author's Note:
This story will probably not end until after chapter 20. ._.;
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Chapter Seventeen: Being cold, and Realizations.
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Of course she should hate him. Why shouldn't she? What kind of person would brush of something like that? Maybe someone, but the majority wouldn't take it, now would they? The fact that she truly loved him was all was keeping her from hating his guts. She sighed. Nothing made sense, each side of the argument had it's points and it's downfalls, so how could she solve it?
'Atleast, if I were a girl and pregnant, I would actually be able to handle the damn situation, instead of trying to get everyone's attention by slitting my wrists.' There was that damned voice repeating Syaoran's word. She couldn't take it anymore. Everything the "voices" in her head were saying was driving her insane. Literally.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" She hissed at no one. (or can you consider the voices in your head someone?) Startled, Syaoran stared at her blankly. She was still crying and looked at him.
"Go away, Syaoran," finally she directed the sentence toward him, and he gave her an uneasy look, wondering if he has just heard what he thought he did? She repeated the sentence again, putting force into it so it drowned the hurt which was previously engulfing her sentences. She moved so he could and sat at the edge of the bed, waiting for Syaoran to leave her alone finally.
And he did, and without questions. He wasn't going to make this harder then it already was, and who knew? Maybe if he did protest, it would make her hate him more.. well.. if she currently hated him right now for what he had said to her.
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Syaoran walked to the kitchen, and to one of the cabnits, pulling out one of the packs of paper and a pen, green in colour, and set himself down at the table. Silently, he pulled out one of the papers and began to write without thinking.
'Dear Sakura,
Ignore what I said about Meiling, she's just been having a bad time lately. I'll explain later, or let her do it on her own will. Do me a favor, and let's just drop the whole subject completely. Alright? Thanks.
So, Tomoyo moved to England? That's kind of weird, but I guess you couldn't expect her to stay in Tomoeda forever. It never seems to happen. First, I move back to China with Meiling, and then Tomoyo moved to England. It's funny, in a way. Anyone else we knew left?
What is with me? I never find anything to talk about. I feel so bad for you, considering you had/have a penpal who probably isn't very interesting when it comes to writing letters. I'd babble on random things, but that's not like me (obviously, you know that, right?). Er.. I don't know. Maybe I should just let you do all the writing for the both of us. Write back to me whenever you can, and tell everyone that I say hello.
Sincerely,
Syaoran Li'
Silently he grabbed one of the letters and folded the paper, fitting it into the envelope neatly. He scribbled Sakura's address in the center of the envelope and then his and Meiling's at the top left corner.
"What'd you say about me this time?" Meiling said without looking at him, walking to the cabnit and grabbing a glass from it. She filled it with water and drank it slowly. Syaoran took a side glance at her, ignoring her question.
"Are you okay?"
"Peachy keen," she replied sarcastically. She sighed and leaned against the counter, wrapping an arm around her waist and taking another sip of her water. She looked at Syaoran, giving him a puzzled look. "What?"
"You are really mad at me, aren't you?" Meiling turned away from him, setting her glass in the sink, turning the water on, and watching it splash against the glass, running down it until it would sit the sink and flow into the drain. She ran her hand under the water and winced realizing how cold it was.
And realizing how cold she was being. She stared at the water for a few more seconds before taking a glance back at Syaoran. She pressed the handle down and the water slowly stopped flowing.
"Do you want my honest responce?" She waited. He nodded lightly. "I am and I'm not. I just need something or someone to take this all out on." He sighed.
"I'll give you some time." He stood, not waiting for her responce, and walking silently to the door. He set his hand on the knob and turned it, walking outside and toward the mailbox. He set the letter in it and sat down at the curb.
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She turned the water on again in the sink, and let some spill in her hands, pulling it to her face and splashing it into her face. She let the water drip before wiping her eyes, and sighing slightly. "You don't hate him." She finally told herself, knowing that it was true. No fight they had ever had had made her ever truly hate him. So, what made this different?
She looked around, trying to figure out how to calm down. Quietly, she stepped into the middle of the kitchen, shut her eyes and let her arms drop at her side. She screamed at the top of her lungs for a few seconds, until her throat her and stopped. She smiled.
There was a slam from the front door. Syaoran stared at Meiling. "What happened?"
"I love you!" She ran and hugged him. Syaoran looked at the girl embracing him and for a moment wondered if this was the same Meiling he was just arguing with just a little bit ago. It didn't matter, now. He hugged her back, and smiled.
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After Note:
Rofl. The next chapter will probably skip a few weeks or months. Stay tuned.
By: Xiao
Author's Note:
This story will probably not end until after chapter 20. ._.;
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Chapter Seventeen: Being cold, and Realizations.
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Of course she should hate him. Why shouldn't she? What kind of person would brush of something like that? Maybe someone, but the majority wouldn't take it, now would they? The fact that she truly loved him was all was keeping her from hating his guts. She sighed. Nothing made sense, each side of the argument had it's points and it's downfalls, so how could she solve it?
'Atleast, if I were a girl and pregnant, I would actually be able to handle the damn situation, instead of trying to get everyone's attention by slitting my wrists.' There was that damned voice repeating Syaoran's word. She couldn't take it anymore. Everything the "voices" in her head were saying was driving her insane. Literally.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" She hissed at no one. (or can you consider the voices in your head someone?) Startled, Syaoran stared at her blankly. She was still crying and looked at him.
"Go away, Syaoran," finally she directed the sentence toward him, and he gave her an uneasy look, wondering if he has just heard what he thought he did? She repeated the sentence again, putting force into it so it drowned the hurt which was previously engulfing her sentences. She moved so he could and sat at the edge of the bed, waiting for Syaoran to leave her alone finally.
And he did, and without questions. He wasn't going to make this harder then it already was, and who knew? Maybe if he did protest, it would make her hate him more.. well.. if she currently hated him right now for what he had said to her.
-----
Syaoran walked to the kitchen, and to one of the cabnits, pulling out one of the packs of paper and a pen, green in colour, and set himself down at the table. Silently, he pulled out one of the papers and began to write without thinking.
'Dear Sakura,
Ignore what I said about Meiling, she's just been having a bad time lately. I'll explain later, or let her do it on her own will. Do me a favor, and let's just drop the whole subject completely. Alright? Thanks.
So, Tomoyo moved to England? That's kind of weird, but I guess you couldn't expect her to stay in Tomoeda forever. It never seems to happen. First, I move back to China with Meiling, and then Tomoyo moved to England. It's funny, in a way. Anyone else we knew left?
What is with me? I never find anything to talk about. I feel so bad for you, considering you had/have a penpal who probably isn't very interesting when it comes to writing letters. I'd babble on random things, but that's not like me (obviously, you know that, right?). Er.. I don't know. Maybe I should just let you do all the writing for the both of us. Write back to me whenever you can, and tell everyone that I say hello.
Sincerely,
Syaoran Li'
Silently he grabbed one of the letters and folded the paper, fitting it into the envelope neatly. He scribbled Sakura's address in the center of the envelope and then his and Meiling's at the top left corner.
"What'd you say about me this time?" Meiling said without looking at him, walking to the cabnit and grabbing a glass from it. She filled it with water and drank it slowly. Syaoran took a side glance at her, ignoring her question.
"Are you okay?"
"Peachy keen," she replied sarcastically. She sighed and leaned against the counter, wrapping an arm around her waist and taking another sip of her water. She looked at Syaoran, giving him a puzzled look. "What?"
"You are really mad at me, aren't you?" Meiling turned away from him, setting her glass in the sink, turning the water on, and watching it splash against the glass, running down it until it would sit the sink and flow into the drain. She ran her hand under the water and winced realizing how cold it was.
And realizing how cold she was being. She stared at the water for a few more seconds before taking a glance back at Syaoran. She pressed the handle down and the water slowly stopped flowing.
"Do you want my honest responce?" She waited. He nodded lightly. "I am and I'm not. I just need something or someone to take this all out on." He sighed.
"I'll give you some time." He stood, not waiting for her responce, and walking silently to the door. He set his hand on the knob and turned it, walking outside and toward the mailbox. He set the letter in it and sat down at the curb.
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She turned the water on again in the sink, and let some spill in her hands, pulling it to her face and splashing it into her face. She let the water drip before wiping her eyes, and sighing slightly. "You don't hate him." She finally told herself, knowing that it was true. No fight they had ever had had made her ever truly hate him. So, what made this different?
She looked around, trying to figure out how to calm down. Quietly, she stepped into the middle of the kitchen, shut her eyes and let her arms drop at her side. She screamed at the top of her lungs for a few seconds, until her throat her and stopped. She smiled.
There was a slam from the front door. Syaoran stared at Meiling. "What happened?"
"I love you!" She ran and hugged him. Syaoran looked at the girl embracing him and for a moment wondered if this was the same Meiling he was just arguing with just a little bit ago. It didn't matter, now. He hugged her back, and smiled.
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After Note:
Rofl. The next chapter will probably skip a few weeks or months. Stay tuned.