"Sakura, stop speaking nonsense, there is no such thing such as love" trying to burst her fantasy of lovey – dovey rainbows and unicorns. "the conceptual image of it is just plain vague… unexplainable! Try for once to stop living your life with your own novels."

Her eyes narrowed at the same reply I would usually cast upon the subject. "Don't be such a hypocrite, Syaoran! You yourself have been building your principles on the oppressions of what you forecast everyday. Have a little optimism on your point of views!"

I laughed to myself. That hit the spot. 'Hypocrite…' I sure am one of those. But I wish I was not for once in my life…

Sakura decided not to push their never ending argument noticing the silence from her companion. This was not like one of her romance plots, she made money of that involves another past inflicting the rational subjectivity of the lead character. Sometimes she have to admit that, her best friend is right. Reality should never be mixed up with comforting dreams one would wish not to wake up from. Reality was just a dream… a word which adjectives should be detached from… a dream, nothing more.

The bus halted, signaling it's last stop. Abruptly, we stood from our seats and continued to our separate but similarly destination.

Home.

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Piles of paper along with crumbles of donuts where scattered across the table, some things I just don't bother to notice. It's petty to worry about them anyways. It was hard enough to concentrate in my introduction for my editorial about the presidential decree regarding the long awaited addition of years for education.

My mind was so crowded that I sometimes have to debate to myself that it is harder to begin, than to maintain something. But I know that this only implies to writing, well, from what I know that is.

I remembered backed from college how Sakura would influence me with the frustration of helping her find a topic for her Argumentative research paper that will be due in three days. What a procrastinator she sure is! But the funny part is, she always manage to maintain her rank as a dean's lister. How I envy her! She may not start right away, but once she's begins, you can never get her to stop.

I am the complete opposite. I start as early as possible because I know on the mindway, I will find a missing piece to my what I wish to drive to my readers. Then I stop there… Confused…

My celphone cut through my brief reminiscing. "Hello" I greeted rather groggily.

"Syaoran, it's Sakura. Anyways, I heard that there will be this picture vandalizing event being held at Central Park. Do you wish to come?" she seemed chirped. She sounded so carefree, too carefree but just enough to make me feel misersable than I already am.

"Don't tell me! You're finish with your novel." Sarcasm coated my words. Sakura took the hint, and did picked her words as carefully as she could. "Well, only my second draft. It stills need to be proof-read."

"What?! You already had it edited?! Who are you?" Sakura knew to well from the sound of his voice that he is again having difficulty starting his editorial. She let out a soft sight "I take the offer back and make it an order! I'll see you here in five minutes!"

Syaoran was about to react, but the repeated monotonous sound made known that she hung up. He twirled his pen once more, before grabbing his coat behind his chair.

"The same silly girl as always…"