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Yuko was in bed. A headache pounded, fever raged, and she was in a dreamlike state of delirium. Some days after she acquired the illness, a tall figure appeared by her side. "Who-?" The person pressed two fingers to her dry lips, silencing her. "Just here for company my dear." The person sounded familiar but in her current state, she couldn't place it. For the next hour, the mysterious (yeah right) man stroked her long raven hair while tending to her. "Are you in love?" the man asked suddenly. "Ah. Yes. Why?" she admitted in her moment of weakness and need to let the bottled thought free. "I heard that if you're in love, you heal faster. Not to pry, but who do you love?"
"I'd rather not-" Yuko sighed, finally admitting, "Clow Reed." It came out as a barely audible mutter but the man picked up on it somehow. The mans expression warmed. He bent down, and, causing her to shiver, he whispered, "He loves you too." He left right as in a breathy whisper, realization suddenly dawned and she said, "Clow."