"You listened to me." She kissed his face and he pulled her closer, stilling her lips with his own. "Thank you," she breathed into his shoulder when he released her.
"Who are you?" he murmured into her hair. "What's your real name? I want to see you in the daylight. I want to kiss you in the daylight."
A thrill of excitement and dread ran through her. "I'll tell you what. If you can figure out who I am, I'll tell you if you're right."
"I wish you would just tell me," he murmured. He loved the scent on her hair. What blossom was that? He knew it, but . . .
"If your heart can't recognize me, then you don't love me."
He pulled back. "Wait, that's not fair." He was scared now, anxious. "When? Why?"
She put a finger to his lips. "No time limit. No rules. Just find me." She kissed him. "Please."
She started to melt away, but he pulled her back. "Wait. I haven't made my request. I helped tonight, right?"
She gave a sardonic look at the dark, slumped bodies. They hadn't stood a chance. "Of course."
Instead of asking useless questions about her identity, he pulled something from his pocket and held it out to her. "Someone told me today that you are supposed to spoil those you . . . care about. So I request that you accept this."
She took it, wondering. It was hard and velvet in her hands, and when she opened it the contents glowed like congealed moonbeams. "Syaoran," she breathed, lifting the pearl bracelet from the box, "it's beautiful." Tears filled her eyes as he fastened it on her wrist.
"Please don't cry, darling," he said softly, holding her.
"It's the most beautiful thing anyone has ever given me." She kissed him, her tears making it salty. "Thank you."
Neither of them saw the figure in the shadows, watching them with stunned, tear-filled eyes.
Hi! First, please review if you're being at all entertained. Second, please tell me if you see any spelling errors so that I can fix them. I usually don't have them because I usually write in a Word document (but I'm not for this) which tells me that"wre" doesn't exist. It's embarrassing, and I'd like to avoid these things if I can.
Note to Self: Ch5, she was "mad," not "made." Ch4, "wre." Fix.