Hey everybody! Thanks for reading this story! I.don't know much about Card Captor Sakura, but my friend Sharon (Hi Sharon!) insisted that I write this for her. SHE BETTER REVIEW! Anyway. Here it is. it's really crappy in my opinion, but hey, it *IS* my first try, ne? ^^ Okiz.have as much fun reading as I did writing! Now I'm off to a chocolate factory and drink the melted chocolate - - Cackles Maniacally- - Have fun!
..::~*Disappearing Hope*~::..
His soft voice radiated through her heart as Sakura heard Syaoran call her name. "Sakura." he whispered, his breath washing over her neck. "What's wrong?" She closed her eyes for a fraction of a second, and leaned towards him for a kiss. Her lips brushed against his, but he jerked away. Why? Why did he do that? She wondered, her heart beginning to break. She looked into his shocked eyes, but she knew, that underneath, there was love. His sparkling, amber eyes met hers, and this time, Syaoran leaned forward and kissed Sakura lovingly on her lips. His hand brushed against her cheek as he turned and left, his shiny brown hair fluttering behind him. "Goodbye, Sakura," he whispered, as he slowly walked forth. "Syaoran!" she cried out to his retreating figure, and he turned back to her. She smiled and mouthed the three words. "I love you." Sakura whispered, her voice flowing in the wind toward him. A tear rolled down his cheek, as he smiled sadly. "I'm sorry, Sakura." he replied, and he turned his back and left again. "Syaoran!" she shouted this time, hoping he would turn around once again. But he kept walking, his presence slipping through her fingers. "No.." Sakura sobbed, and ran up to him. "Syaoran, don't leave me." and she grabbed his arms. Her fingers dug into his wrists, but Syaoran softly brushed her away. "WHY, SYAORAN?" She shouted, unable to control the mixture of emotions exploding in her very being at the moment. Syaoran turned around, and Sakura could see glittering tears filling his perfect eyes. "I JUST DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU!" he yelled, and ran off. Pain seared through her heart, as he ran away. Sakura stood up, about to run away, when she saw something on the ground. It was a pink envelope, with her name on it. It said:
Dear Sakura,
I'm sorry for leaving like this. You may hate me, I know. But trust me, I will be back. I have something to tell you. I can't leave you without telling you this. But my father wishes for me to visit my relatives over in China and Honk Kong. Once I return, I will go to the closest Sakura tree to your house, and wait for you to come and forgive me. Enclosed is something I will definitely return for. It is a guarantee that I will come back. Please treat it with utmost care and respect.
Love from, Syaoran.
Sakura turned the envelope upside-down, and peered inside. A silver locket tumbled out, and landed with a clink on the ground. Sakura drew in for a closer look, and it said, "Friends Forever." She slowly closed her hand over it, and opened it slowly. Inside was a photo, and she and Syaoran were both cheerfully waving at the person taking the photo. A small tear once again rolled off her cheek, and landed in the frame. She closed the locket and fastened it around her neck. "I'll always treasure it, Syaoran. Until the day you come back." Sakura whispered to the wind, and turned around and slowly walked home. The winds blew softly, causing Sakura petals to rain upon her head. But Sakura took no notice, and continued walking, her heart breaking slowly.
Syaoran cursed himself with the foulest language he knew as he painfully walked away from Sakura. He couldn't bear himself to do it, but his father had demanded that he do so. His hands balled into fists, and rage clouded his mind. Why was HE chosen to be the next leader of the Li clan? His life has always been run by others. Never himself. When could he make his OWN choices? A soft wind blew some sakura petals into his hair. He brushed it off, staring sadly at it as it drifted to the ground. He sighed. Everything reminded him of Sakura, and he hasn't even left yet! Why did he keep thinking of her..? Is it possible? That he loves her? His hand reached up and touched his lips. Her lips had been so sweet. so soft. Syaoran shook himself out of his daze as he neared his house, and took deep breaths as an attempt to calm his racing emotions as he stepped into the threshold.
His father looked up expectantly at Syaoran, and nodded with understanding when he saw his face. "I'm sorry, Syaoran. You will return. Just remember that," and then he got up, and left. Syaoran stared blankly at where his father was for a while, then left, placing his bags carefully in the trunk of the car. He looked out the window, watching the houses speed past, slipping from his sight, his memory, for what would seem like forever. Then his heart skipped a beat. There, he saw the girl he loved, walking down the street by herself, tears rolling down her cheeks. This broke his cold barrier, and shot through his heart. His hand rose to the window, as he whispered quietly, "Sakura."
Everyday after that, Sakura would race home, full of excitement, and stare hopefully at the sakura tree. Every time, there would be no one, just entwining branches dancing towards the air with pink petals twirling around it. Each time, Sakura's heart would lower, her hope fading. She was depressed half the time, and her grades were horribly slipping. All because of Syaoran. Tears would pour down Sakura's face every week. Her face, which was once shining with hope and laughter, were now shining with tears of despair and lost hope. Tomoyo herself was depressed, because of what Sakura had become. Tomoyo sat with Sakura, tears shining from her own eyes, as she watched her broken-hearted friend cry. "Come back, Syaoran. Please." she whispered to the sky, as shining stars illuminated a downcast face of a pale glowing moon.
---Sixteen Months Later--- Sakura was beginning to give up. It had been sixteen months since Syaoran's bittersweet kiss touched her lips. Her heart was tearing slowly at the seams and that once mischievous twinkle in her eyes were replaced with a cold, sullen blackness. Sakura thought that Syaoran had broken his promise. Whenever she heard the word Wolf, tears would form in her brooding eyes. And they slid down her once perfect skin, one by one. After a couple of days, Sakura couldn't take it anymore. "When are you coming back?" she shouted to the ceiling, before collapsing into a sobbing heap. Sakura dragged herself to the bathroom to conceal the tear marks, when she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She looked.different. Sakura's hand raised, and she pressed her palm against the mirror. Then, all of a sudden, she balled her hands into a fist and smashed the mirror. Sparkling shards flew everywhere, a few bouncing off her arms. Sakura sank to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably again, and she glanced at a long jagged shard next to her. Automatically, her shaking hands gripped the piece, and she slowly dragged it across her wrist's pale white skin. Her irregular breathing evened, and her eyes softened. She watched with morbid fascination as blood crept across her arms, warming her, making her feel alive. It spread, all over her wrist, almost painting it in a shocking red. Tears mingled with blood as Sakura's eyes closed as she collapsed from the blood loss and her broken heart.
When you say it's gonna happen now,
When exactly do you mean?
See I've already waited too long,
And all my hope is gone.
--How Soon is Now?
Charmed Theme Song
What have you done, Syaoran? ^^ How was that story? Really bad? Ok? Just plain sucks? Or is it good? Please tell me.Review! Tell me what you want.please?
..::~*Disappearing Hope*~::..
His soft voice radiated through her heart as Sakura heard Syaoran call her name. "Sakura." he whispered, his breath washing over her neck. "What's wrong?" She closed her eyes for a fraction of a second, and leaned towards him for a kiss. Her lips brushed against his, but he jerked away. Why? Why did he do that? She wondered, her heart beginning to break. She looked into his shocked eyes, but she knew, that underneath, there was love. His sparkling, amber eyes met hers, and this time, Syaoran leaned forward and kissed Sakura lovingly on her lips. His hand brushed against her cheek as he turned and left, his shiny brown hair fluttering behind him. "Goodbye, Sakura," he whispered, as he slowly walked forth. "Syaoran!" she cried out to his retreating figure, and he turned back to her. She smiled and mouthed the three words. "I love you." Sakura whispered, her voice flowing in the wind toward him. A tear rolled down his cheek, as he smiled sadly. "I'm sorry, Sakura." he replied, and he turned his back and left again. "Syaoran!" she shouted this time, hoping he would turn around once again. But he kept walking, his presence slipping through her fingers. "No.." Sakura sobbed, and ran up to him. "Syaoran, don't leave me." and she grabbed his arms. Her fingers dug into his wrists, but Syaoran softly brushed her away. "WHY, SYAORAN?" She shouted, unable to control the mixture of emotions exploding in her very being at the moment. Syaoran turned around, and Sakura could see glittering tears filling his perfect eyes. "I JUST DON'T WANT TO HURT YOU!" he yelled, and ran off. Pain seared through her heart, as he ran away. Sakura stood up, about to run away, when she saw something on the ground. It was a pink envelope, with her name on it. It said:
Dear Sakura,
I'm sorry for leaving like this. You may hate me, I know. But trust me, I will be back. I have something to tell you. I can't leave you without telling you this. But my father wishes for me to visit my relatives over in China and Honk Kong. Once I return, I will go to the closest Sakura tree to your house, and wait for you to come and forgive me. Enclosed is something I will definitely return for. It is a guarantee that I will come back. Please treat it with utmost care and respect.
Love from, Syaoran.
Sakura turned the envelope upside-down, and peered inside. A silver locket tumbled out, and landed with a clink on the ground. Sakura drew in for a closer look, and it said, "Friends Forever." She slowly closed her hand over it, and opened it slowly. Inside was a photo, and she and Syaoran were both cheerfully waving at the person taking the photo. A small tear once again rolled off her cheek, and landed in the frame. She closed the locket and fastened it around her neck. "I'll always treasure it, Syaoran. Until the day you come back." Sakura whispered to the wind, and turned around and slowly walked home. The winds blew softly, causing Sakura petals to rain upon her head. But Sakura took no notice, and continued walking, her heart breaking slowly.
Syaoran cursed himself with the foulest language he knew as he painfully walked away from Sakura. He couldn't bear himself to do it, but his father had demanded that he do so. His hands balled into fists, and rage clouded his mind. Why was HE chosen to be the next leader of the Li clan? His life has always been run by others. Never himself. When could he make his OWN choices? A soft wind blew some sakura petals into his hair. He brushed it off, staring sadly at it as it drifted to the ground. He sighed. Everything reminded him of Sakura, and he hasn't even left yet! Why did he keep thinking of her..? Is it possible? That he loves her? His hand reached up and touched his lips. Her lips had been so sweet. so soft. Syaoran shook himself out of his daze as he neared his house, and took deep breaths as an attempt to calm his racing emotions as he stepped into the threshold.
His father looked up expectantly at Syaoran, and nodded with understanding when he saw his face. "I'm sorry, Syaoran. You will return. Just remember that," and then he got up, and left. Syaoran stared blankly at where his father was for a while, then left, placing his bags carefully in the trunk of the car. He looked out the window, watching the houses speed past, slipping from his sight, his memory, for what would seem like forever. Then his heart skipped a beat. There, he saw the girl he loved, walking down the street by herself, tears rolling down her cheeks. This broke his cold barrier, and shot through his heart. His hand rose to the window, as he whispered quietly, "Sakura."
Everyday after that, Sakura would race home, full of excitement, and stare hopefully at the sakura tree. Every time, there would be no one, just entwining branches dancing towards the air with pink petals twirling around it. Each time, Sakura's heart would lower, her hope fading. She was depressed half the time, and her grades were horribly slipping. All because of Syaoran. Tears would pour down Sakura's face every week. Her face, which was once shining with hope and laughter, were now shining with tears of despair and lost hope. Tomoyo herself was depressed, because of what Sakura had become. Tomoyo sat with Sakura, tears shining from her own eyes, as she watched her broken-hearted friend cry. "Come back, Syaoran. Please." she whispered to the sky, as shining stars illuminated a downcast face of a pale glowing moon.
---Sixteen Months Later--- Sakura was beginning to give up. It had been sixteen months since Syaoran's bittersweet kiss touched her lips. Her heart was tearing slowly at the seams and that once mischievous twinkle in her eyes were replaced with a cold, sullen blackness. Sakura thought that Syaoran had broken his promise. Whenever she heard the word Wolf, tears would form in her brooding eyes. And they slid down her once perfect skin, one by one. After a couple of days, Sakura couldn't take it anymore. "When are you coming back?" she shouted to the ceiling, before collapsing into a sobbing heap. Sakura dragged herself to the bathroom to conceal the tear marks, when she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She looked.different. Sakura's hand raised, and she pressed her palm against the mirror. Then, all of a sudden, she balled her hands into a fist and smashed the mirror. Sparkling shards flew everywhere, a few bouncing off her arms. Sakura sank to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably again, and she glanced at a long jagged shard next to her. Automatically, her shaking hands gripped the piece, and she slowly dragged it across her wrist's pale white skin. Her irregular breathing evened, and her eyes softened. She watched with morbid fascination as blood crept across her arms, warming her, making her feel alive. It spread, all over her wrist, almost painting it in a shocking red. Tears mingled with blood as Sakura's eyes closed as she collapsed from the blood loss and her broken heart.
When you say it's gonna happen now,
When exactly do you mean?
See I've already waited too long,
And all my hope is gone.
--How Soon is Now?
Charmed Theme Song
What have you done, Syaoran? ^^ How was that story? Really bad? Ok? Just plain sucks? Or is it good? Please tell me.Review! Tell me what you want.please?