"Full Circle"
Sakura's POV
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It was pointless.
Trying to talk to him was a waste of my time.
And yet, thinking about him didn't seem to be any more time consuming than that.
I impatiently awaited until the afternoon, when we'd have English literature together; the only class we shared other than lunch. And the only class that I'd probably ever want to take.
As soon as I entered the room, my glasses firmly placed on the tip of my nose while the strands of my straight hair fell into my face, and the rest was pulled back into a messy ponytail, I could sense the tension.
He was still sitting in his regular place, but instead of smiling at my presence, he showed no emotion as he looked back at his desk.
I sighed in disappointment as I took my usual seat, too, and flipped to the Cinquain poems we had been studying.
I wanted to write a poem about him...but how would that be possible without making it obvious?
Then again, I didn't even know his name.
And it was as frustrating as hell.
After the 45 minutes passed by slowly, I stared out the window, too distracted to focus on the conversations within the classrooms walls.
It was Physical Education for some, and a game of soccer was being organized. I saw the one face I thought I'd never see again; Togai.
He was putting on the gloves as he resumed his position as goalie, before Melanie ran over to him and practically started to get involved with major kissing techniques that I didn't even remember Jack using with me.
I furrowed my brow, detesting co-ed Phys. Ed. classes, wishing they would forever burn in hell.
With every kiss that Monaichii gave Togai, I felt an unbelievable feeling burn inside of me. Was it jealousy? Hatred? Or was it just longing?
I shook my head, scattering my pieces of hair, forcing the image out of my mind. Monaichii Mustokai smiling evily as if directed towards me, taunting me.
Togai was the prize I'd never have back.
I was awakened by the bell, and almost leaped up as soon as it rang. Instead, I collected my books, and got up and rushed out of the classroom before he could even take another glance at me.
Before the boy in the rain, in the hallway, on the sidewalk, in my dreams, could approach me.
However, he did.
And I swore that he was about to speak as his mouth opened again, but it shut almost as quickly.
I figured I had to take some action.
Whether that action was good or necessary, I didn't know.
"What is with you!" I tried to tone my voice down, but I didn't care. I still carried on, "Are you mute? Because you sure aren't blind or deaf! You can hear me talking to you, you can see me talking to you, but you don't talk damn it !" I took a deep breath, not waiting for any response from him; not expecting any. "Why do you have this control over me! Why is that?"
Nothing.
A shocked expression on his pale face was all that I could read.
Before I could wait for him to utter a stupid syllable, I turned around and walked, almost ran, as fast as I could down the hallway, and found myself on the ground a second later.
The place I had been only two weeks ago.
Crying my eyes out because of a stupid ex-boyfriend.
And now I was crying my eyes out because of someone I cared about, but didn't even know who he was, or what his voice sounded like.
And somehow, he was standing over me, and then sat with me on the floor as I leaned my head against the very wall I had when I felt like dying.
I almost felt like doing that now.
Except that he was with me, staring into my eyes with his like he always had, deep worry within them as he did so.
I wiped my eyes and tried to laugh as I said, "I don't even know why I'm like this...I don't even know your name."
He sighed, on the verge of saying something, but I still rambled, "Every day I see you. At school, even in my head. That may sound weird, I know, but I feel like...Like I care about you. Like I know you. Even though I don't...I feel like it. And I know you do, too." If I sounded like a fool anytime of my life, this was it. But I was a truthful fool at that. "I see it in your eyes...And that's the only way I can tell anything. Through those gorgeous eyes -- "
And he had no chance for any sort of reply, as he leaned over to wipe my tears with his hand, and his lips met mine like none had ever before.
He was so gentle, and I just had to smile as he pulled back; a smile on his face, too.
I never did get to finish my speech of nonsense as he cut me off with actual, spoken, loud and clear words, "It's Syaoran."
Out of complete stupidity and loss of words for his amazing kindness and gentle warmth, I asked, "What?"
He smiled again, as he repeated in the voice I recognized now as an angel...
"My name. It's Syaoran."