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I'm just glad that he didn't move back to England, it would have been really hard for my plan to work without him. Actually, my plan wouldn't work at all without him. I will need his power and the power of the Clow Reed family line in order for it to work.
I left our house about 10:00 p.m., I wasn't sure if I should leave Sakura, but she doesn't care if I am there or not, I can't comfort her, I don't even think she wants me to comfort her or talk about the death. She needs to grieve in her own way...by herself.
I glance over at the gas gauge and...dang, almost empty.
I pull over at a local gas station and hear something on the news about Tomoyo, "And Tomoyo Daidouji, a famous clothes designer, died later this afternoon after jumping from her apartment building eight stories from the ground level. Reasons why her suicide was committed are unknown. If you didn't know much about Ms. Daidouji, her clothes appeared many times on the professional runway, and was famous for her extremely good heart for contributing large amounts of money to local charities. We all grieve for her life. (Pause) In other news..."
I thought they would announce it tomorrow, not today. I hope Sakura is not watching the news...it would just bring back the memories.
I pay for my gas, hop back into my car and keep driving to Tokyo.
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After about an hour, I reach the city limits of Tokyo and the bright lights of the city.
I rarely come here anymore, why? Stop thinking about that...you need to find him.
I pass by so many memories of Tomoyo, we had so much fun in this city. There was the casino where we won 20,000 yen together, there's the restaurant that we found a hairball in, and over there was the street where we were almost trampled by her fans. I just realized how famous she was. I never remembered until now that we had to escape the many crowds of her fans so many times in this city, but it was fun...to do it together. No matter how fast we had to run, or how sneaky we had to be to escape them, she always had a smile on her face. I guess that is why I never paid to much attention to it; she never mentioned anything about it. It's just like her.
I drive about 25 miles into the city until I come to the Legacy Point Apartments.
Why did he stay here? In England he has such a better house and had a great life with... that's right. He moved back here because of... her.
I didn't know how to get in so, I waited for a car. It took a while, but finally a car comes behind me and the gates open for it, I follow it in. I drive around the apartment buildings until I find building number 7. I find an unreserved parking space, park my car, and proceed to apartment #1215.
I stand outside his door for several minutes wondering if I am doing the right thing.
Should I be doing this? Is this what Sakura wants? Should I be messing with this type of thing? Questions like these flow through my head until I decide, yes I am doing the right thing.
I knock on the door and wait for an answer.
It didn't take as long as I expected him to answer his door because five seconds later he was opening his door, I was expecting him to be asleep, but I guess he couldn't sleep after what happened.
"Who...Oh, hi Syaoran, what brings you to Tokyo?"
It was obvious he has been crying, his eyes and cheeks are red, and his hair was all messed up. Tomoyo's death must have hit him harder than I thought.
"I need to talk about something with you, something kinda important."
"What? What is it?"
"Let's not talk out here, can we talk inside your apartment?"
"Sure."
I enter his apartment, take my shoes off, and proceed to the meaning of my being here. I guess this was the second time I have ever been in his apartment; we usually always meet at our place. I like his apartment, it's not to small but not to big.
And there were his magic books. All scattered around the floor. Some opened some with torn pages; so many magic books were on his coffee table. We must have been thinking about the same thing.
"It's about Tomoyo," he shakes at the mention of her name, "I think...I think that I figured out a way...a way to bring her back, but I will need your help, Eriol."
Disclaimer- I do not own CCS or any characters from the show.
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I'm just glad that he didn't move back to England, it would have been really hard for my plan to work without him. Actually, my plan wouldn't work at all without him. I will need his power and the power of the Clow Reed family line in order for it to work.
I left our house about 10:00 p.m., I wasn't sure if I should leave Sakura, but she doesn't care if I am there or not, I can't comfort her, I don't even think she wants me to comfort her or talk about the death. She needs to grieve in her own way...by herself.
I glance over at the gas gauge and...dang, almost empty.
I pull over at a local gas station and hear something on the news about Tomoyo, "And Tomoyo Daidouji, a famous clothes designer, died later this afternoon after jumping from her apartment building eight stories from the ground level. Reasons why her suicide was committed are unknown. If you didn't know much about Ms. Daidouji, her clothes appeared many times on the professional runway, and was famous for her extremely good heart for contributing large amounts of money to local charities. We all grieve for her life. (Pause) In other news..."
I thought they would announce it tomorrow, not today. I hope Sakura is not watching the news...it would just bring back the memories.
I pay for my gas, hop back into my car and keep driving to Tokyo.
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After about an hour, I reach the city limits of Tokyo and the bright lights of the city.
I rarely come here anymore, why? Stop thinking about that...you need to find him.
I pass by so many memories of Tomoyo, we had so much fun in this city. There was the casino where we won 20,000 yen together, there's the restaurant that we found a hairball in, and over there was the street where we were almost trampled by her fans. I just realized how famous she was. I never remembered until now that we had to escape the many crowds of her fans so many times in this city, but it was fun...to do it together. No matter how fast we had to run, or how sneaky we had to be to escape them, she always had a smile on her face. I guess that is why I never paid to much attention to it; she never mentioned anything about it. It's just like her.
I drive about 25 miles into the city until I come to the Legacy Point Apartments.
Why did he stay here? In England he has such a better house and had a great life with... that's right. He moved back here because of... her.
I didn't know how to get in so, I waited for a car. It took a while, but finally a car comes behind me and the gates open for it, I follow it in. I drive around the apartment buildings until I find building number 7. I find an unreserved parking space, park my car, and proceed to apartment #1215.
I stand outside his door for several minutes wondering if I am doing the right thing.
Should I be doing this? Is this what Sakura wants? Should I be messing with this type of thing? Questions like these flow through my head until I decide, yes I am doing the right thing.
I knock on the door and wait for an answer.
It didn't take as long as I expected him to answer his door because five seconds later he was opening his door, I was expecting him to be asleep, but I guess he couldn't sleep after what happened.
"Who...Oh, hi Syaoran, what brings you to Tokyo?"
It was obvious he has been crying, his eyes and cheeks are red, and his hair was all messed up. Tomoyo's death must have hit him harder than I thought.
"I need to talk about something with you, something kinda important."
"What? What is it?"
"Let's not talk out here, can we talk inside your apartment?"
"Sure."
I enter his apartment, take my shoes off, and proceed to the meaning of my being here. I guess this was the second time I have ever been in his apartment; we usually always meet at our place. I like his apartment, it's not to small but not to big.
And there were his magic books. All scattered around the floor. Some opened some with torn pages; so many magic books were on his coffee table. We must have been thinking about the same thing.
"It's about Tomoyo," he shakes at the mention of her name, "I think...I think that I figured out a way...a way to bring her back, but I will need your help, Eriol."