"The Difficulty of Invisibility"
.:..:..
Syaoran's POV
.:..:..:.
Why did it have to be so hard?
There was nothing difficult or complex about it, but it still amazed me all the same.
As I stood inside the school and ran a hand through my rain-drenched hair, I wondered why Sakura Kinomoto was every where I looked.
But it was a different Sakura Kinomoto.
She had a new-found confidence about her now, while before she had this old, isolated image that she took on and adopted as if it was her own identity.
Yet I still recognized her.
And yet she noticed me like no one else had.
I tried to shake the loose material of my ragged clothes as I trudged along the dark hallway. It didn't matter to me that I was so wet I could barely walk. Because it wouldn't matter to anyone else.
I, unlike Sakura, had always had the same role.
I was always invisible.
And with invisibility, comes a whole lot of problems.
Sure, I had a select few friends, but I wasn't the most popular in school, or voted most likely to succeed in the yearbook.
Nope, instead I was the kid who shared the lunch period with no one but two empty seats beside me.
It was the only way I had known high school, and in my last year and at 17, almost 18, I was pretty accustomed to not feeling anything but loneliness and emptiness.
I sighed as I continued to walk as the bell finally rang, and I collected my books and walked towards English literature.
Something about language always intrigued me...definitely more than Biology.
In-depth words with more feeling than my life or disecting poor, helpless creatures that are very much dead like I appear?
I would rather choose the option that doesn't deal with death.
I opened the door and took my assigned seat, and as I was looking out the window at the ever-falling rain, my attention was drawn to her.
She was sitting in the second row, diagonally on my right side, and she was answering almost every question.
I heard several people behind me say, "Woah. Who's the nerd?" But I smiled instead.
I was the only one who really, truly, knew who she was.
Just like she was probably one of the only people in this black hole of high school that at least recognized me.
Maybe being invisible wasn't so difficult.
Or, at least, it wouldn't be anymore.
I continued to smile as I stared at her rain-drenched hair identical to mine.