At the first chance she got, Tomoyo left the wedding party and ran away, high-heels and all. She no longer cared about her surroundings and ran ahead blinded by tears. The weather did nothing to make her feel better. On the contrary, the bright, happy, afternoon sun only served to make her feel worse. She muttered curses at the sun under her breath, between sobs and gasps of air. Tomoyo had found out first hand the dangers of running in fancy high-heels that were obviously not made for the sport, when she tripped and collapsed into an ungraceful heap on the side walk. People stared at the dishevelled woman in dirtied formal wear, sobbing uncontrollably on the street. They all stared, but then quickly resuming their daily routine, not giving it another thought as if nothing ever happened.
I've always told myself that your happiness was mine as well, so why can't I feel happy? She knew the answer, but she refused to believe it. She loved Sakura, but the feeling wasn't returned, and the knowledge of that truth hurt. It hurt like as if her heart was being torn apart piece by piece with tweezers; little by little, an excruciating pain.
Tomoyo stopped crying long enough to stand up and brush some dirt off her dress. Her Daidouji Pride would not let her wallow in her misery. The image of the frazzled but dignified looking Tomoyo walking down the street with confident strides turned even more heads, She held her head up and looked straight ahead through puffy eyes. I will not let this frivolous thing bring me down. Tomoyo thought, I must be brave and face reality.
As Tomoyo set foot onto her property she let her façade fall and she looked unstable and very delicate, as if a small breeze was make than enough to break her. Slowly letting herself through the door, her thoughts finally caught up to her. I'll never love anyone more than Sakura-Chan… I just can't. Tomoyo trudged up the stairs and into the bathroom, hoping that a nice, relaxing, hot bath could help her calm down and think things through clearly. As the tub filled with hot water scented by bath oils, she went to gather a new set of clean clothes to change into. Returning with the articles of clothing, she adjusted the water's temperature to a comfortable level, slipped out of her dirtied bride's maid's dress she had on that morning, and entered the water. Leaning back, she let the heat soak through her tired limbs, and the lilac smelling steam rise into her nostrils. Her mind slowed, and she felt a blissful peace come over her. Everything hazed over and all that mattered was the warmth she felt.
Now clean and refreshed, Tomoyo let herself fall backwards on to the fluffy mattress of her queen-sized bed, and thought of her situation with a clear head. The more she thought, the more it hurt. What's worse? She asked herself, to love Sakura-Chan and see her everyday happy with Li-Kun, or to love her and not be there to see her spend the rest of her life with another? She decided that the former was more pain than her tormented heart could handle, so left with the latter option, Tomoyo made a final decision. "I'm leaving Tomoeda." She said aloud. Turning to her side to face the dolls from her childhood, she repeated louder and with more determination. "I'm leaving Tomoeda. Do you hear me? I'm leaving." And it was final. As of tomorrow afternoon, Daidouji Tomoyo will cease to exist in the lives of Tomoeda citizens, and she will disappear for good.