Salt and Honey
How did she know? He wasn't sure. Maybe it was the way her eyes dulled to a dim-green whenever they had eye contact. Or maybe it was the way when he would come into the classroom and she'd pretend to be fully engrossed with her friends' talking. Or maybe how it seemed that her cheeks turned a cherry pink whenever she was talking to him. He knew what happened; it crept upon him like a spider crawling on its web. It was the one thing he had most feared that she would find out. It was like a whisper in the wind that flew past on an autumn day.
She knew. She knew. She knew. And that's all he needed to know.
Li Syaoran, a boy of supposed strength, laid there in complete, utter fear knowing that she knew that he loved her. How did it happen? Did it happen fast like a storm blustering past or was it calm and slow like the ocean, of its glittering blues, laying still on a tranquil day?
Going Back… (Long Flashback)
"Sakura-chan!" Her joyful friend beckoned her so that they could continue on their way to school.
"Matte yo!" A girl with honey-kissed hair and lithe structure ran after her, trip after trip, until she managed to trip over a small, cracked space in the pavement.
"Sakura-chan," Her friend playfully placed two hands on her hips and mocked an angry look, "How many times do I have to tell you, the pavement is not made for tripping on!"
The friend, of who was delicately pale, giggled pleasantly and never-endingly until she managed to grab Sakura's hand and pull her up to safety. Of course, he watched her. It happened every morning, the usual meeting of the two best friends while Sakura would manage to trip on the same space every time. He would periodically chuckle to himself knowing that Sakura would be the only one to trip so clumsily yet all-so cutely at the same time.
"Tomoyo-chan!" Sakura blushed an unfathomable pink and childishly hit her friend's shoulder lightly as they walked into the gates of the school.
He always wondered what her friend was telling her, but he never could get close enough to find out. Currently, he was hidden in a bush, of unwinding twigs and painful branches, which any passers-by may have wondered how he was ever able to climb into the small forest. Winding his way out, he breathlessly broke through the twigged barrier. Quietly, the heels of his shoes barely touching the ground, he followed them in stalker-like silence until they reached the classroom where he, in the most unusual yet casual way, invisibly traced into the classroom and to his assigned seat.
"Oh! Ohayou Syaoran-kun, I didn't see you there!" Ohhh, the way his mind would turn fuzzy when she talked, her voice of seraphims crooning their hymns. Oh, how he loved it, how he adored it. It was encrypted in his mind, the voice of a dove's song, how loving and sweet and…A hand waved in front of his face, forcing him look at the invader of his day-dreaming. Of course, the pinkness painted his cheeks, just as an artist would paint a canvas, it suited him strangely well.
"O-Ohayou" Were the only words the pretty girl received as her friend giggled in one of those bizarre knowingly freaky ways. He plopped down into the cold seat as she set herself in the seat directly in front of his.
During class, in one of those most completely boring Math classes, he caught a certain face of Sakura that was covered with embarrassment while Tomoyo, again was giggling as usual.
Deciding to set his gaze somewhere else, so he wouldn't cause suspicion among the two girls, he situated a hand into his pocket, grasping a crumpled, wrinkled piece of paper. Noiselessly, like a cat advancing its prey, he managed to release the note paper of its constant crinkling and read the writing.
It was a simple love note. One that told of his true, inward feelings of how if he could reach the stars, he'd bring one down to her so it could shine in her hands. One that told that if he could summon the sun, he'd bring it down to her so it would keep her in constant warmth. One…one that told her that if he could give her his heart, he would let her keep it forever. To anyone else, this note would have seemed beyond insane and heart-wrenchingly sappy, but to him, it was the world, it told her all she needed to know and all that he knew. Would he ever give it to her? That was a question he didn't answer and didn't even want to answer. Somehow, every time, his heart would droop lightly weighing down his thoughts of hope when he thought of giving it to her. Of all things, to give it to her! What would she think anyway? No, he couldn't think of that.
"Li Syaoran" He snapped out of his trance.
"Mind answering the question?" The teacher, with his thick, rounded glasses and perspired face asking, more like ordered him dryly while holding a small, pale piece of white chalk in-between his two fingers.
"Okay" Syaoran managed to rummage out of his seat, basically knocking over everything in the process. He caught sight of Sakura, who at this point watched him worriedly, her eyes plastered on him. Of course, at the corner of his eye, he could catch a glimpse of Daidouji trying to keep a straight face. Coughing, a nervous cough, he quickly picked up his belongings, not caring if some were left on the ground and made his way to the chalk board.
And that's when it happened.
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