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Yuko didn't cry. She never cried. Except for once. She knew Clow had to leave someday, but when he did, it wasn't the first time she had cried.
On the nights Clow wasn't there, Yuko would lie awake, thinking. Thinking about the future.
On one not so very special day, Clow lay next to her in bed, playing with her hair and kissing her neck, cheekbone, forehead, and lips softly. Just softly brushing her skin with his lips, leaving trail of fireworks in his wake. He lay with her from real love. Not just passion or lust. The feeling welling inside her, choking her was so great. She thought about what he made her feel and how he would have to leave. When he turned to sleep, she watched him look so peaceful and finally couldn't hold it back anymore. Tears formed in her eyes, burning. They released and fell down her cheeks, some splashing against her neck, and same disappearing into the fabric of her yukata. Clow opened one eye and upon seeing her tears, took her into his arms, holding her tightly and lying on top of her. With his head just above hers, their feet were even under the covers because of the vast height difference. He held her to himself, never wanting to let go. That was the first time she cried in front of Clow. And the last.