As much as I do, act, and think, I might as well put all these down! A bunch of ideas just popped into my head today. If I don't start writing them down, I might as well BURST! Here's chapter 2! I hope you'll like it!

Chapter 2: To see her once more

I had sense that it had happened. It was so weird. I had a special bond with my mother, but I never knew that it was this special. It happened while I was riding my bike home. It was a Friday, last day of school, last day of fifth grade. I'm not sure how it happened, but all I know, was that I knew something was wrong.

I pumped my legs up, faster and faster, I could see the dappled sunlight peering through the swaying trees, but I ignored them. I took a stand and forgot about the twisty turn about to come. The next few secondswas awhir and blur. I can remember the world spinning around, and then a complete KAPUT, I was skidding of the sidewalk and into the street. Then, by the time it all stopped whirling around, I was in the middle of the black pavement with the bike on my lap. My foot was twined into the bike and my knee was on the black floor. I felt an odd shudder and tried to stand up. I noticed that when I stood up that I trembled. I bit my lower lip. I wasn't worried about myself, I was worried about something else. I felt my senses tingling; I felt this weird taste in my mouth, rather in my head. Everything wasn't right. Not because of my foot, I just wasn't sure. It suddenly felt like my life had been dumped upside down. I felt like… a piece of my life had suddenly dropped out of the puzzle. And now… I felt lost? Lost where? How, when? What? Why was I feeling this? Why? I picked up my bike, my left leg continuing to quake and my right standing firm. I didn't bother about looking down at my bleeding scrape. I knew something was wrong. But what? I slowly went back on my bike. I could tell it was damaged, but it still didn't matter. I needed to find out what was wrong. So I rode my bike home slowly. I didn't feel like I was flying anymore, with the wind in my face and my cheeks flapping as I stood up. I was just drifting… on a cloud… slowly. It felt odd, but not as odd as that feeling. I got home. My house looked normal, dad's car was home, and I could tell that everything should be all right… or was it? I parked my bike and ran in. There was only one word in my mind right then. Mom.

Dad looked neutral, he saw me come in, I didn't tell him about the fall. His smile was flat, fake. I could tell. But right then, I didn't care, I didn't care about anything. I scanned the house, dad was home, and Touya was home, mom?

I blurt out words immediately without thinking, I didn't have to think. They just came to me.

"Where's mom?"

Touya turned around from the couch. The TV went dead. Dad's flat smile just went flatter. They looked weird… weird faces… I could tell they were just screwed up.

"She… she… she hasn't come home yet." Touya stuttered.

Had I ever heard Touya stutter?

Dad sighed, "Its all right Touya, let her find out. Spill it."

Touya looked straight at dad, "Why don't you tell her. Do you know how hurt she will be?"

Touya stood up and looked at me, "Tell her."

Dad cleared his throat, my own throat felt clogged.

"Actually… she… she's not coming back honey."

"Why? What happened?" I didn't want to know… but I already knew.

Tears were ready; they were ready to shoot. But dad wasn't.

"She can't. She… she…"

Touya cut into the cake, "She went to go take a stroll… and she got hit. By a car. She's dead Sakura, she's dead."

The words sliced into my heart. My heart was cut in two. That was how close I was to mother, like how much meat needed salt, that close. We needed each other, we loved each other, and we were just stuck. Glued. I didn't know what to do. To cry? To not cry? What did mother want? Dad wasn't crying. Touya looked like he was about to, but he was strong, he held them back.

I whispered, "I want to see her."

I couldn't understand, how could it have been that quick? How could it have happened? Why did it happened? Had I done something wrong? Was God punishing me? Why? Why is he punishing me? I wanted to die. I couldn't bear the thought of having to live somewhere else. This place was my home. I don't remember ever having a different place to stay, to live. (Besides Sakura's house) What were we going to do? How were we going to LIVE? I was ready to commit suicide. But then, I realized I was just being selfish. It was my mother who was really hurt. Whenever I could take a glance at her, she had tiny crystals in her eyes. When she couldn't take it anymore, she would go to the bathroom. I'd lean my ear on the door and listen. It was so hard to realize, to think what was going on in her mind. Was she sad because she had lost her company? House? Money? Or was it for me? Could those tears be for me? Of how I was to thrive? Of how my future would become? Would it be the same? Could it be the same? Could I go to school again? It was summer, I had plenty of time… no, my mother had plenty of time. We could still get a house; she could get a job… right? My mother tried. She tried hard. And even if we don't have the same lives, this made me realize, that she was my mother, and I loved her.

It happened about a few weeks after we were broke. We stayed around in my mother's friend's houses. She wouldn't go to Sakura's house because she wouldn't go see her rival. I have to say, I felt miserable. But then she said she found a house. I imagined a nice, big, comfy house. No. It was a big disappointment.

"An apartment!" I nearly died.

My mother saw my expression, her little glow of enthusiasm died completely. I felt guilty. I lowered my voice.

"It's still nice…" I patted my mother's back, "Thanks mom, its great."

She shook her head, "I'm sorry Tomoyo, I don't know how we can live anymore!"

I hugged my mom and scanned the apartment. Small… shaggy, but a still, it was better than never.

She looked at me with teary eyes, "Tomoyo, I found a job at a school, I'll be a librarian."

I smiled, "That's great mom. Were you a teacher before?"

And then something that had never happened between us happened. We had a mother-daughter-bond. A mother-daughter-talk-with-laughing. She told me about her young days before she was successful. She had been a teacher. She told me stories about when she was my age, in junior high, high school, and college. I was amazed about all these things I hadn't known before. We had a small dinner, we had a house, and she found a job. But there was something that wasn't happening. I wasn't going to the same school. I could never see Sakura again. We didn't have a car, we didn't have furniture, and I had no more pretty dresses. I still felt miserable. Mother or not, I felt dreadful. I had to let this feeling go, I was being selfish, but it was like trying to let go of your life. Wasn't my mother my life, wasn't she everything? Money and wealth isn't it? Why was I being so… selfish? At night I would cry in the bathroom when my mother was asleep. This loss made me realize even more. I was a selfish, greedy person. All I wanted was my camera, dresses, and house. What about my mother? What about my life? Why am I being so lame? I wanted to talk to Sakura; I needed to talk to Sakura. I could never see her again. I could never even meet her again. I needed to see her; I wanted to spill it all out. If not Sakura, than who else?

Tomoyo's POV is pretty happy… but her problem is most about realizing, finding her true self. AHA! SO the REAL Tomoyo is a greedy, selfish girl, eh? I'm kidding; I like Tomoyo, if only she wouldn't stalk people so much (I stalk people! It's fun!). Hmm… I wonder what Sakura's mom would look like… dead? Please, please, please review!