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?
Tomoyo didn't understand. She didn't understand why a week earlier, Sakura had slammed into her room crying, after what was a supposedly romantic date – Eriol assured her it was that – shouldn't she be smiling and twirling about the house giddy with happiness, as she had the past few weeks?
"I'm worried about them," Eriol voiced out her thoughts. Tomoyo raised her head slightly and gazed into her boyfriend's troubled dark eyes. "Syaoran's been drinking," he paused, "a lot."
Tomoyo pushed away from Eriol's chest and faced him, pushing her long hair out of the way. She frowned, "But he never used to drink, at least not every single night. Do you think it has anything to do with Sakura's depression?"
"Of course it's related to Sakura's depression, everything is related to Sakura when we're talking about Syaoran. He's crazy about her. He even handpicked a roomful of peonies for her the other day, now tell me which guy would do that for a girl he doesn't like." Eriol lapsed into silence. He didn't notice the Tomoyo's surprise.
"He did … what?" Tomoyo asked slowly, staring at Eriol.
"He gave her peonies. What? Does Sakura hate peonies?"
Tomoyo shook her head slowly, "No, but she's been going out and returning home with armful of peonies everyday. Other than for her daily outings and regular toilet breaks, she's been locking herself in." Tomoyo shook her head again and met Eriol's eyes – eyes that mirrored her own dawning realization. "She's crying for Syaoran. I don't understand, why are they drowning in misery when it's so obvious that they so in love with each other?"
Eriol looked determined, "I don't know Tomoyo, but I intend to." He stood up, "I'll go talk to Syaoran about this and you go try to find out whatever you can with Sakura." He bent down and kissed Tomoyo on the lips briefly, it was obvious that his mind wasn't on kissing her. "I'll call you tonight," he promised and strode towards the door.
Tomoyo watched Eriol go with a smile on her face. When he closed the door behind him, Tomoyo relaxed against the sofa and closed her eyes.
She loved him so much it hurts.
Sakura stared out the window of the plane and with a start, realized that the plane was already taking off. So fast? She didn't realize how long she's been staring off into space. It seemed like it's the best thing she could do these days. She couldn't study, she couldn't write, she couldn't even watch television without thinking about Syaoran or Tomoyo. She couldn't think of them without the touch of guilt that persisted in dogging her every thought.
She had run out of Syaoran's house that night because she couldn't outrun the guilt that plagued her. The voice niggled in her mind about her snatching Tomoyo's chance at stardom away from her, snatching her future fiancé away from her. The voice whispered that she was showing Syaoran what he wanted to see of her. It told her that she wasn't being completely truthful to Syaoran and it was unfair to him. She was lying to him, cheating his feelings. How could he love her when she didn't show him what she really was like? She knew what kind of girls Syaoran liked and she became that girl so that he'll like her. The girl Syaoran liked didn't exist, because Sakura created her deliberately for Syaoran!
She was a liar, a cheater...
That was why Sakura had penned a letter to Tomoyo, a letter to Syaoran and one more to Eriol before she used her life savings to buy a one-way ticket out of Hong Kong. She'll go somewhere where she can renew herself again. A place where she had no guilt and at the same time, a place where she knew she would receive the support she needed at that point. As a medical student, Sakura knew clearly that she'd have no problem finding a job at any hospital, and finding a medicine school that would accept her for a student.
That may not be the wisest choice she had, but it was the best she could come up with. She done something wrong, it made sense – at least to Sakura it does, that she pay for her mistake.
The scenery of Hong Kong became smaller and smaller as the plane took her further and further away from the place she'd called home for so long. The scenery became more and more blurry as tears pooled in her eyes and stayed there because Sakura refused to allow them to be shed. No more tears, she'd promised herself, and she meant to see that promise kept.
Quickly, Sakura turned away from the window and stared straight in front of her blindly. She didn't want to see herself leaving Hong Kong like this. There was already a tear in her heart that probably wouldn't heal; she didn't think she could witness what she was giving up.
Unbidden, a solitary tear, trickled out of the corner of Sakura's eyes and rolled gently down her cheek. It sparkled for a brief moment, as the sun's rays bounced off it, before Sakura quickly dashed it away.
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Author's Note: A much better chapter, no? Well I hope it cleared things up, because I noticed what a poor job I did last time, but I believe my writer's block is slowly moving away. Thanks to all of you who commented, even those who didn't but are reading this. I appreaciate the time you've put in, and I hope you're enjoying this story as much as I am writing it. It started off really slowly with barely a couple of reviews for each update, and now I have almost 10 for each new chapter! I would have quit without your support, so thank you once again. Er... and sorry for being such an evil author, *sweatdrop* it's something that comes naturally!
P.S.- Hehe remember to read my other stories too, alright?