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 had placed colored candles all about the room. The gentle glow from those candles threw a warm radiance on everything it touched, giving the room an ethereal feeling. Every possible surface in the room, except for the path leading into the room and a small circle in the middle of his room, was covered with peonies of every color and size Syaoran could manage to get his hands on.
Syaoran didn't know why, but when he'd smelled the balmy fragrance of those flowers during filming, he couldn't get them out of his mind. The fragrance reminded him of the happy times he spent with the elusive Sakura, and those simple yet striking flowers remind him more of her than ever, because they were strong yet so soft and gentle to the touch.
When filming was over, and the set had been cleared, he forced Eriol to go all the way to town and find him a vehicle big enough to accommodate all the peonies Syaoran could find. Eriol had looked at Syaoran as if he were crazy, which Syaoran was inclined to believe so, and said, "Couldn't you just be a normal person and buy flowers from a florist instead of picking them yourself?"
Syaoran couldn't give Eriol a satisfactory reply as to why he couldn't buy the flowers from a florist so he didn't even try. Eriol had grumbled about it some, but still done what Syaoran wanted, for that Syaoran was grateful.
Syaoran shifted uncomfortably when he realized that Sakura hadn't spoke a word since she opened her eyes and saw what he did for her. What if she didn't like the peonies? Or could it be because the flowers were all wilting? These thought ran through Syaoran's mind, tormenting him. Syaoran was so concerned about what Sakura thought about his handiwork that he couldn't look at her properly, because if he had, he would have seen the sheen of tears sparkling in her eyes. He would have seen the way she quickly lowered her lashes to prevent those tears from falling. And the way she wringed her hands together and compressed her lips. He would have seen she was hard pressed to keep her composure.
"I'm sorry," Syaoran finally blurted out, after an extended silence between them. Sakura's eyes lifted and jerked to his in surprise, tipping her tears off the rim and onto her cheeks. Sakura quickly dashed them away before Syaoran could see it.
"What?" she asked, her voice a little hoarse, but Syaoran was too drowned in his own worries to notice.
"I didn't know you don't like peonies," Syaoran paused, "sorry."
Sakura didn't know whether she should laugh at his assumption or cry at his attempt to make her happy but was instead making her choke with more guilt than ever.
"You think I don't like this?" she managed in a strangled voice. She didn't wait for Syaoran's answer before continuing, "You think I hate peonies? Oh Syaoran, I-" her voice broke off then, she couldn't say it. She couldn't tell him that she loved what he did; she couldn't tell him that she would love anything that he would like to give her. Guilt was a horrible thing to experience and Sakura was feeling a huge dose of that now.
Without another word, Sakura fled before she confessed everything to Syaoran and see the light in his eyes fade to be replaced by disgust, for her. That she couldn't bear.
Syaoran didn't watch her leave; neither did he try to stop her. He didn't know how he could so thoroughly screw up what promised to be a perfect evening. One thing was a guarantee – he couldn't feel any worse. Stalking out of the room, Syaoran trampled much of the peonies that he painstakingly picked, but just now, he didn't care. His life was in shambles, what were a few dead flowers to him?
Slamming the door after him, he proceeded to the nearest pub to drown his sorrows and latest fatal mistake – whatever it was.
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Author's Note: Short chapter, I know, but I'm experiencing writer's block. I think I might stop all of my stories and focus on only one, this way different ideas won't mess me up. Well tell me what you guys think of this chapter, kind of sad... Hope you like it anyhow! -_-
I appreciate all the comments I recieved last chapter, thank you very much. Please continue commenting and it might encourage me out of this state I'm in.