a/n: This is my take on what is going on between Sakura and Syaoran when they're stuck in that hourglass thingy in the begining. There are going to be two chapters, because one is going to be in Sakura's POV and the other in Syaoran's POV.

Disclaimer: I do not own Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicles, (but I can pretend, right? ;P).

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If Only

By Hikari2

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We reach towards each other, and our fingers would've touched, but a sheet of glass blocked them. I pressed my forehead against the glass, looking up at him, as he looked down at me, also pressing his forehead on the glass.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I squeezed my eyes shut, the pain of seeing him so close to me, yet not being able to hold him, or for him to have his strong arms around me, being to much to bear.

I opened my eyes, tears still rolling down my cheeks, when I felt the glass vibraiting under my palms. I saw that he was pounding on the glass, in a futile effort to break it.

His mouth was moving, and I could tell he was screaming my name, and something else I couldn't lip-read through the glass. Tears were also rolling down his face, and in that one moment I wanted to tell him the feeling that had been welling up inside me, had surpressed it, for fear I was being to selfish.

I wanted to tell him...that I loved him.

I felt a tingling sensation on my back, and the long white cape I was wearing fanned out behind me. He stopped banging his fists on the wall, and I turned to look behind me.

A pair of golden wings had sprouted from my back.

I felt my feet leaving the ground, and turned back to him. He was looking at me, disbeleif, anger, and sadness written all over his face.

I called out to him, and stretched my hand as hard as I could to keep it on the glass, half-hoping that he would shatter the glass, or it would dissapear, and he would pull me back and into his arms.

But, he didn't. He tried, for I could see the bruises forming on his hands, and he screamed even louder.

My hand soon left the glass, and I was pulled away from the glass, the ground, and him.

I yelled for him, but knew he couldn't hear me, no matter how hard I screamed, even if my voice was ruined.

If only he could hear me, if only he could've known what I was trying to tell him...

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a/n: So...what do you think? Was it to dramatic, or did it just suck. R&R please:)