Syaoran walked silently through the park; he resisted the urge to shiver as the ice cold wind blew against his face. Not more than a minute later did the wind pick up a bit more and snowflakes began to descend down to the earth. Some how with the snow falling it made Syaoran's walk alone through the park a little less lonely.

Sighing to himself Li Syaoran absently tightened his grip on his coat. He wanted this to all end. Life was getting to hard, to lonely, to unbearable. He couldn't take it anymore. His father was dead. Gone just like that in the blink of an eye. He died in a car crash, on his way home one night. Syaoran remembered waiting for him with his mother all night. It was Syaroan's birthday he had turned sixteen; his father was coming home late from a business trip just see him. He never made it home. Syaoran and his mother received a phone call from the hospital in the middle of the night. They said his father was in critical condition, and probably wouldn't make it, the could stop the bleeding outside but he was bleeding internally and there was nothing they could do for him. Syaoran's father died before they made it to the hospital to see him.

Clutching his fists together Syaoran tried to shake the memory from his mind. He saw himself running down the halls of the hospital looking franticly for his father but he couldn't find him. He never got to say good-bye. The doctors at the hospital said that his father wanted to make sure that Syaoran received his birthday gift. But Syaoran didn't care he didn't want a birthday gift he wanted his father. To this day Syaoran still hadn't opened his father's birthday gift to him. It had been four years since the death of his father. Yet Syaoran still had yet to get over it. He wanted his father back, he wanted his old life back, but that wasn't ever going to happen and Syaoran sadly already knew that.

Syaoran stared blankly ahead of him and noticed an empty park bench, stumbling towards the bench Syaoran sat down. He calmly breathed in and out, absently watching his breath. "I don't-"Syaoran began to speak, " I don't want to be alone anymore." Syaoran thought and spoke sadly. "I don't want the constant pressures of having to run the Li clan, I don't want to see my mother with those sad eyes anymore, I don't want to be an empty shell anymore…" Syaoran poured out slowly into the wind. He wasn't sure why, but he was hopping that maybe his prayers would be answered if he let his words get carried by the wind.

You're only alone if you think you're alone…

Syaoran's jaw dropped, he stood up quickly already in a fighting stance arms up and ready to fight. "Who said that?" Syaoran shouted it was nearly midnight no one should be out in the park this time of night and with it being this cold out.

Don't be afraid…

The voice called out to him again, this time the voice was clearer, it sounded female. "I am Li Syaoran, I fear nothing." Li shouted out to the voice in a proud tone.

The voice giggled, You're afraid of being alone aren't you?

"Shut up!" Syaoran shouted to the voice. "Leave me alone!" He commanded.

But this is more fun…

The voice said with a soft giggle. Syaoran growled; he was being tormented by a voice this was not funny. "Where are you!" Syaoran shouted again, still in his fighting stance.

Calm down I just want to talk, I haven't talked to anyone in so long. I feel like I've forgotten how…

"That's not my problem." Syaoran shouted to the voice as he began to walk off and leave the park.

Please don't leave me alone!

Syaoran halted, the voice sounded so sad but he kept on walking.

No wait please! I don't want to be alone anymore!

Syaoran turned around towards the park bench "You're only alone if you think you're alone, right?" He told the voice.

But I am alone…

"So am I." Syaoran said sadly as he left the park, not at all sure what to make of this strange event that had happened here this night. All he knew was that one he had either lost it his mind, or two magic must have been at work. Knowing Syaoran and his family and background he chocked it up to being magic. But for right now Syaoran played it up as he had lost his mind, not really wanting to deal with the thought of magic right now.

Authors Rant: Okay my first Card Captors Sakura fic. I've been reading a bunch lately and have decided to write one of my own, because I sever writers block with my other stories. So I hope you all enjoy this. PLEASE R&R!