Dash
She is going. She's slipping away from his grasp, slowly but surely. Syaoran isn't sure how he knows - he isn't even sure he wants to know. Maybe it's every time he looks into her eyes. How far away she seems, like she's sinking, drowning, and she's just, just, out of his reach. Like she's running in a thick forest and Syaoran can just, just, see the white of her shirt as she tears through the shrubs.
She is going, almost gone. Syaoran knows this, but will he accept it? Will he, after the feathers are gathered and whole again, simply accept that Sakura won't ever remember him? This question even Syaoran himself does not know the answer to.
What he does know, is this: If Sakura is out of his reach, if she is sinking, drowning right out of his reach, he will swim and swim and swim until he can touch her once more. If she's running, breathless, through that thick forest, just out of his sight, he'll run and run and run until he can see the golden locks of hair he loves so. He'll dash to her, the one he is devoted to the most, until he can hold her in his arms.
She is gone, just barely out of his reach. Just barely impossible to touch, hug, kiss, but Syaoran will never give up. He will always run, dash after her fading form, no matter how hopeless it seems. He will never give up on her. He can never give up on himself. He will gather her feathers, he will save her. He will continue loving her as he dashes for her form, just barely visible beneath the shadows of trees. He dashes. He will never stop.