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Chapter 3
"In your eyes"
Tomoyo was waiting at the bus stop with me. I tugged at my shoulder length hair. It had grown that summer. It was long and flowing, not like in my child years. I had abandoned my pig tails and hair ties and just let my hair out for the world to see. Besides, it'd be stupid to wear pig tails into a club.
I tapped on my watch and adjusted my bra strap. I was wearing a powder blue tank top and old shorts that I had worn since I was thirteen. I wasn't a sight to see, in fact. I wasn't worth seeing at all; I was just that pitiful looking. My father probably would have tried to throw me off the street if he had known I'd be wearing what I was.
I wondered in the back of my head whether Syaoran would care if I looked the same or not. I knew I really didn't look the same from when I was thirteen. I remember the last time seeing him; it was in a photo.
He had sent me a Christmas card for the holidays. I didn't read it. I only took out the picture slipped behind the envelope and put it to my heart. He looked no different from the last time I had seen him. His hair was longer and his eyes were smaller, but not much had changed.
This time I wouldn't know for sure. It had been eight long years since we had laid eyes on each other. Eight long years since I had looked longingly into his eyes--asking for another chance at winning his heart. A lonely thought crept into my mind and my heart was slowly engulfing in the seas of unhappiness.
I could see Tomoyo sensed I was sad. She turned to me and patted my shoulder. I smiled but only a smile that could be seen on the outside. Yet, on the inside; I was burning in my own flames of doubt and was slowly sinking in the wet sands of time. My life was shit.
A harsh breeze pulsated from a vehicle passing by. It was the bus. I slowly took Tomoyo's hand and pulled her to follow me up the stairs. Even though I was drowning in my own guilt, I still had to go face up to my realities.
The bus driver gave us a dirty look and moved his head indicating to get on the bus. Seeing his aggravation at us, I flipped up my bus pass and quickly snapped my head back in an "I don't give a damn" action. If I had seen myself in a mirror I knew I probably would've resembled a constapated owl. You win some you lose some.
The people in the bus were no happier than the bus driver was. In fact, they seemed more unwilling to allow anymore passengers on the lonely seats to no where. It wasn't as if we were going to take up a lot of seats, and even if we were there were at least ten more seats that didn't have an occupant.
We sat in two seats near the back of the bus. Maybe it would let us have some peace. I hurriedly edged into the window seat; not even asking twice if Tomoyo wanted to sit there. I felt tense and nervous, there was no time to ask questions. There was only enough time for action.
"Sakura, calm down. You're going to have a heart attack. We'll be at the airport in no time." she assured, smiling her usual airy smile. It was sweet but I still hated it. Sugar rotted my teeth.
"Okay, I will. I'm just a little bit tense that's all." Tense couldn't even describe the anxiety growing in me.
"It'll be fine. Hey, did Li say he was going to bring Meiling with him?"
"Meilin? I don't know. Syaoran didn't really say much in his letter."
"Then why did you start to cry and yell when you did read it?" she questioned, pushing her curious blue eyes in my face.
"Because I have problems. Well...he kinda asked me to do something."
"Like..." she continued, even more persistent to find out the answers.
"I really don't wanna talk about this right now."
At first her expression seemed blank and veilled, but as the life flooded back into her blood and through her veins, she smiled accepting my decision to not tell her. For once.
The scenery sped by as the bus increased its speed, almost like it was trying to get away from something. Maybe its past, maybe passengers, maybe the hatred of the world. Or maybe it was just me.
As we slowed down, a cringe of darkness pinned my heart to the seat. I pushed away the feeling and pulled myself up on my feet. There was no time to dilly dally or slow down. I had to face destiny.
When we got off the bus, I immediately heard the sounds of the engines of airplanes speeding away into the distance or the sounds of jets slowly descending onto the ground from their tiring flight. Maybe one of those planes was the one Syaoran was on; though I would never find out.
The coffee shop was closed. It shouldn't have been. I needed a lot of coffee to get my stress out of the way. I needed some good coffee to get myself awake and ready to face the visage (err face...) or Li Syaoran. Where was a bar when you needed one?
A loud voice boomed from the speakers, "Flight 0023 from Hong Kong to Tokyo has now arrived. I repeat, Flight 0023 from Hong Kong to Tokyo has arrived at terminal fifteen." I swallowed hard and slowly treaded towards terminal fifteen.
Suddenly an surge of insecurity crusaded through my mind. What if I couldn't recognize Syaoran and he couldn't recognize me? My mind was flying everywhere and my thoughts were amazingly disorganized. I was a friggin mess.
Soon after my worried thoughts, a boy's head emerged from the tunnel and a girl will long tumbling hair followed him. My mind was racing and my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would just pump out of my chest.
When I saw the boy's face, it looked different from Syaoran's. Yet, when I looked again, his michiefous eyes were the same of the young boy I had parted with so long ago. When he saw me, he immediately smiled and ran towards me.
"Sakura!" he yelled, pulling me close to him. I desperately tried to chase down my heart, because it had ran away from me at this very moment.
"Syaoran!" I cried back, trying to catch my ecstatic breath.
"I want you to meet someone." he then said, softly pulling away from me. "Chii-lin, this is Sakura. Sakura, this is Chii-lin."
My heart stopped pumping. The people in the airport stopped walking. Tomoyo's jaw dropped and Syaoran's voice was masked by a fine layer of disbelief.
"Glad to meet you Sakura."
Chapter 3
"In your eyes"
Tomoyo was waiting at the bus stop with me. I tugged at my shoulder length hair. It had grown that summer. It was long and flowing, not like in my child years. I had abandoned my pig tails and hair ties and just let my hair out for the world to see. Besides, it'd be stupid to wear pig tails into a club.
I tapped on my watch and adjusted my bra strap. I was wearing a powder blue tank top and old shorts that I had worn since I was thirteen. I wasn't a sight to see, in fact. I wasn't worth seeing at all; I was just that pitiful looking. My father probably would have tried to throw me off the street if he had known I'd be wearing what I was.
I wondered in the back of my head whether Syaoran would care if I looked the same or not. I knew I really didn't look the same from when I was thirteen. I remember the last time seeing him; it was in a photo.
He had sent me a Christmas card for the holidays. I didn't read it. I only took out the picture slipped behind the envelope and put it to my heart. He looked no different from the last time I had seen him. His hair was longer and his eyes were smaller, but not much had changed.
This time I wouldn't know for sure. It had been eight long years since we had laid eyes on each other. Eight long years since I had looked longingly into his eyes--asking for another chance at winning his heart. A lonely thought crept into my mind and my heart was slowly engulfing in the seas of unhappiness.
I could see Tomoyo sensed I was sad. She turned to me and patted my shoulder. I smiled but only a smile that could be seen on the outside. Yet, on the inside; I was burning in my own flames of doubt and was slowly sinking in the wet sands of time. My life was shit.
A harsh breeze pulsated from a vehicle passing by. It was the bus. I slowly took Tomoyo's hand and pulled her to follow me up the stairs. Even though I was drowning in my own guilt, I still had to go face up to my realities.
The bus driver gave us a dirty look and moved his head indicating to get on the bus. Seeing his aggravation at us, I flipped up my bus pass and quickly snapped my head back in an "I don't give a damn" action. If I had seen myself in a mirror I knew I probably would've resembled a constapated owl. You win some you lose some.
The people in the bus were no happier than the bus driver was. In fact, they seemed more unwilling to allow anymore passengers on the lonely seats to no where. It wasn't as if we were going to take up a lot of seats, and even if we were there were at least ten more seats that didn't have an occupant.
We sat in two seats near the back of the bus. Maybe it would let us have some peace. I hurriedly edged into the window seat; not even asking twice if Tomoyo wanted to sit there. I felt tense and nervous, there was no time to ask questions. There was only enough time for action.
"Sakura, calm down. You're going to have a heart attack. We'll be at the airport in no time." she assured, smiling her usual airy smile. It was sweet but I still hated it. Sugar rotted my teeth.
"Okay, I will. I'm just a little bit tense that's all." Tense couldn't even describe the anxiety growing in me.
"It'll be fine. Hey, did Li say he was going to bring Meiling with him?"
"Meilin? I don't know. Syaoran didn't really say much in his letter."
"Then why did you start to cry and yell when you did read it?" she questioned, pushing her curious blue eyes in my face.
"Because I have problems. Well...he kinda asked me to do something."
"Like..." she continued, even more persistent to find out the answers.
"I really don't wanna talk about this right now."
At first her expression seemed blank and veilled, but as the life flooded back into her blood and through her veins, she smiled accepting my decision to not tell her. For once.
The scenery sped by as the bus increased its speed, almost like it was trying to get away from something. Maybe its past, maybe passengers, maybe the hatred of the world. Or maybe it was just me.
As we slowed down, a cringe of darkness pinned my heart to the seat. I pushed away the feeling and pulled myself up on my feet. There was no time to dilly dally or slow down. I had to face destiny.
When we got off the bus, I immediately heard the sounds of the engines of airplanes speeding away into the distance or the sounds of jets slowly descending onto the ground from their tiring flight. Maybe one of those planes was the one Syaoran was on; though I would never find out.
The coffee shop was closed. It shouldn't have been. I needed a lot of coffee to get my stress out of the way. I needed some good coffee to get myself awake and ready to face the visage (err face...) or Li Syaoran. Where was a bar when you needed one?
A loud voice boomed from the speakers, "Flight 0023 from Hong Kong to Tokyo has now arrived. I repeat, Flight 0023 from Hong Kong to Tokyo has arrived at terminal fifteen." I swallowed hard and slowly treaded towards terminal fifteen.
Suddenly an surge of insecurity crusaded through my mind. What if I couldn't recognize Syaoran and he couldn't recognize me? My mind was flying everywhere and my thoughts were amazingly disorganized. I was a friggin mess.
Soon after my worried thoughts, a boy's head emerged from the tunnel and a girl will long tumbling hair followed him. My mind was racing and my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would just pump out of my chest.
When I saw the boy's face, it looked different from Syaoran's. Yet, when I looked again, his michiefous eyes were the same of the young boy I had parted with so long ago. When he saw me, he immediately smiled and ran towards me.
"Sakura!" he yelled, pulling me close to him. I desperately tried to chase down my heart, because it had ran away from me at this very moment.
"Syaoran!" I cried back, trying to catch my ecstatic breath.
"I want you to meet someone." he then said, softly pulling away from me. "Chii-lin, this is Sakura. Sakura, this is Chii-lin."
My heart stopped pumping. The people in the airport stopped walking. Tomoyo's jaw dropped and Syaoran's voice was masked by a fine layer of disbelief.
"Glad to meet you Sakura."