Me: Wow. I mean-wow. How long has it been since I have updated!

Readers: Don't know. You tell us!

Me: I am SOOO sorry! I'll admit something-I'm starting to get a little bored with CCS. But-I promise I'll finish Reflection! When I get so many reviews, I just can't bear to leave so many readers hanging...I really, really, promise I'll finish this story! Another reason for the delay was because my brother was sick and had to stay in the hospital for a period of time, but now he's okay. I'm just hoping that I can get this story good enough for you and fast enough, too! Sorry for not updating for SOOOOOOO long!

Okay, here's a disclaimer:

I do not own Sakura and Syaoran, Tomoyo or Eriol, Clamp does!

Reflection

Chapter 15: Fate's Game

When things go wrong...when you see yourself doing things that you shouldn't be doing...you shouldn't be feeling...people like to blame it on fate. Why? There are so many reasons why. Because they are scared? Because they're embarrased? Or maybe because they're trying to lie to themselves. It isn't fair sometimes. I bet all of you must have thought at least once, or at least almost thought, 'Why is fate so cruel to me?' That's not true. You're the one making the descisions of your life; there is always a greener grass. You always had the choice. But sometimes...just sometimes...some might wish fate was real.

"...I'm sorry." It was all he could utter, the faint imprint of rose petal lips still on his own, breathless. The look on her face he couldn't describe; it was full of anger, surprise, sadness, and an expression he never wished to see again.

Her eyes filled with tears she screamed, "Why do you always have to do this! WHY! You don't love me! You never did and you never will! I'm not smart enough, I'm not nice enough, I'm not pretty enough, I'm not GOOD enough!" A rainfall of tears fell to the floor as she clumsily stepped out of the closet and ran...where? He didn't know. But he cared.

He didn't want to care. He didn't want to love. He just wanted to know everything. He wanted to be...liked. He wanted to feel special.

With a frustrated groan, he slammed back onto the closet and slowly sunk to the floor. Nothing was fair. Why did fate have to pick on him? He was supposed to play with her feelings, dump her, and then move on. When she came back, he was supposed to make her life a living hell.

But he didn't. He couldn't.

...he loved her. Still. After everything. He loved her...

There was something in her throat. There was something in her heart as she leaned back against the outside wall of the school. A held back word, a sob, a feeling...? But she didn't care anymore. She needed to win this game. She needed to win Syaoran, she needed to win Tomoyo, she needed to win fate.

And she had the perfect plan.

Couldn't she do what he had done to her? Pretend to love him. Pretend to care. Then dump him? It would break him. She knew that. Syaoran Li was always one to hold pride above all else. And did she enjoy it? She had heard before the phrase 'Revenge is not always sweet' but did it mean anything for her?

Should she forgive him?

Yes. Why shouldn't she?

Flashback

"Sakura!" Syaoran gasped heavily and he reached to touch her shoulder. Sakura's cheeks flushed a deep shade of magenta as she smiled nervously at him.

"Yes, Syaoran-Kun?"

The boy grinned as he gently grasped her hand. With a slight of hand, he pressed something hard and flat into her palm, then ran away, but not before saying, "Happy Birthday Sakura-chan!"

Surprised, she opened her hand and and found a heart shaped locket, nothing sppecial on the outside, but on the inside, was what was precious.

There was a photo of him and her, smiling, laughing, it was when they were still younger, and they both had the remants of ice-cream on their faces. It was a hot summer day, and they had treated themselves to a delicious snack. It was beautiful.

Sakura smiled at the memory, but then frowned instantly as she remembered what had happend two years ago...

"Syaoran, I know about you and Shelby." "W-what do you m-mean?" He stammered nervously. "I read the letter and the I saw the gift. It was obvious." I said angrily. "So? She's hot." Syaoran acted like I was just another normal friend chatting with him instead of a girlfriend that he cheated on.

"SO IT'S OVER!" I screamed. Didn't he care? Doesn't he love me? The last word before I ran away was an angry, "BYE!"

Thursday. As I stepped into class I took a quick glance at Syaoran, he was pretending nothing was wrong.

She groaned and buried her face into her hands, but realized she wasn't crying anymore. Standing up, she decided to find her friends. With a heave of strained muscles, she began to jog slowly inside the school again.

Note: Ah...I'm am VERY, VERY sorry about the short chapter. I just have a writer's block right now, so give me some time to think...also, I don't want you guys thinking I'm not updating anymore either, so this is a kind of "reminder" of that I'm still alive and updating still! I'll try to make the next chapter much longer!

Preview:

"What makes you different,

Makes you beautiful..."

"In your eyes I see,

All the love I'll ever need..."

"Hey, Syaoran..." Natalie came up behind me, her arms wrapped loosely around my neck, her chest against my back, "Practicing for the singing contest?" Then, pressing glossy lips to my ear, whispered, "Is that song for me?"

"...No..."