The Space Between Dream and Reality
Syaoran and Sakura have the same dreams. They are always memories of the past. The same past. The past they shared. Things like kisses on the cheek under pink trees, or swimming in the nearby lake after the rare occasions of rain. In the past, Syaoran's current dreams had been the reality, and Sakura's dreams, which had been filled with flowers and dancing and happiness, though very wonderful, had always been just dreams. Now, Sakura's dreams were of an old reality, the things she saw in her still hazy memories. A reality in which Syaoran did not exist.
As much as Syaoran wished and prayed and cried, as much as he wanted to believe that his dreams, his memories were still the real reality, he knew deep down that his dreams were now only dreams. He would never be a part of Sakura's reality again. It made him cry, many times; it made him wish to disappear, many times, but always he'd pull himself out of it for her, whether she saw him or not.
He often wondered if the space between dream and reality was really as far as everyone said it was. Dreams are dreams, they aren't real, focus on the reality. That's what adults had always told him, but now he saw the space between the two as much, much closer than everyone claimed. If they could so easily switch places, were they really all that far apart? All that different? Were dreams really as hard to reach as reality is to hide from? He no longer knew.
His reality had Sakura in it, and Sakura's reality did not have Syaoran in it. What did Fai's reality have? Or Kurogane's? Did they ever wonder if their love could last forever?
Our love would last until the end of eternity. He told himself this often, but now, he couldn't tell what realm it existed in. He didn't want to know now. His Sakura was in it, that was all that mattered.
In the past, his dreams had been reality, but now, his reality was merely a dream.