Summary: What if you have a chance to go back to your past and change your life? What if you can live your life differently, make new choices? Will it make a difference? Or will making a different choice still take you down the same route? What if your decision changes the rest of your life and everything is different from what it is supposed to be? What would happen if you make the wrong choice?
Syaoran quickly opened his eyes when the door to the study creaked open.
An angelic face peeked in, "Oh, you're here," Tomoyo looked at him. Syaoran studied his fiancée's wane face and found the dark smudges under her lovely eyes disturbing. He hadn't paid much attention to her lately, all he could think about was himself and how lost he was without Sakura in his life. It wasn't right. He should take better care of Tomoyo, she was alive and she needed him now; he couldn't be so selfish.
Tomoyo walked further into the room, but her attention was no longer on Syaoran but on the room. She was looking around with a tragic expression on her face. Tomoyo walked to the middle of the room and stopped. She looked towards Syaoran, who found himself suddenly unable to move towards Tomoyo.
"She had a gift, Syaoran, a very special gift." Tomoyo said softly. "She had the gift to make everyone she dealt with feel loved, wanted. She wasn't an ordinary person." Tomoyo broke down. She slid to her knees and buried her face in her hands, great sobs racking her fragile frame.
Syaoran jumped up in alarm, his own tears choking him, and accidentally knocked into the table, making something that was secured to the bottom of the tabletop fall to the floor, face up. Syaoran bent down and retrieved it, and unintentionally read the first few lines on the open pages of the book.
'I still remember the first time I met him; I don't think I'll ever forget. He was the most special person I'd ever met. He looked alright, but that's beside the fact. It was his wonderful smile that can turn my world upside down. When he smiled at me, I wanted to smile back at him and make him as happy as he made me. And his voice, it was so rich and velvety, like dark chocolate. I think this is it. I think that Syaoran makes my mind explode…'
Syaoran slammed the leather-bound book shut, his mind blank and feeling dazed, like he was in a bad horror movie. Reacting entirely on autopilot, he hid the book under the cabinet and hurried to Tomoyo, trying to push her words out of his mind.
As Syaoran pulled Tomoyo, who was curled into a ball on the floor into his arms, Sakura's words flashed through his mind again, 'I think Syaoran makes my mind explode.'
Shuddering, with an emotion he didn't want to face as yet, he hugged Tomoyo tighter.
Year 2003
"Okay, this isn't too bad, at least, I'm still staying at Tomoyo's house, in Hong Kong" Sakura thought to herself, going up the winding stairs and then turning right and walking to the last room of the hallway. Somehow, she has convinced Junlai and Hufei that she could see herself into the house and into her room. She promised them that she would go straight to bed and sleep. If she woke up later and she still wasn't feeling well, Sakura was supposed to call Junlai.
Junlai also made Sakura promised she wouldn't talk to anyone about any wedding between Tomoyo and Syaoran, Junlai was sure that Tomoyo would be upset, so Sakura had promised.
Sakura opened the door and found herself staring into her old bedroom, green and beige in color, with not much frills and not too feminine. The room contained a queen-sized bed, a bookshelf, a small study table that housed her laptop, a dressing table and a closet was in another corner of the room. It was simple, comfortable and functional, just the way Sakura liked it.
Sakura let her bag slid to the floor and went to the bookshelf, her finger running past the spines of nearly hundreds of books lined neatly there. Sakura let her finger randomly rest on one of the books and pulled it out. She closed her eyes and brought the book to her nose, inhaling the slight musky smell of it.
She remained there for some time until she suddenly remembered something that made her replace the book and head for dressing table. She reached behind the dressing table and groped around behind it, looking for something.
A few minutes later, she emerged triumphant, a thick leather-bound book in her hand. Eagerly, she flipped open the pages to her latest entry. When Sakura saw the date of her latest diary entry, she sat down on the floor, hard. She was so stunned that her legs wouldn't support her.
The entry date was 5th February 2003.
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Author's Note: Two chapters in a day? Wow! Well yes, it's a short chapter though, because I'm a little upset. I didn't get any reviews last chapter so I'm a little disappointed. Anyhow, if you want a longer chapter, please review and you may get one...*wink*