A/N: I've taken a liking to writing short fics below 500 words, haha! It's a lot of go-figure, but very open to interpretation :)
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Sakura is confused.
She sees the way he looks at her, the way he holds her, protectively yet too carefully, too overbearingly concerned.
She knows he cares. But his eyes look distant... those lulling amber pools reflecting the flickering sands of a familiar homeland. The pains of loss and love. She sees a rush of fiery liquid and opaque sorrow in his blind eye. He is sometimes dazed, sometimes his face is averted, sometimes he looks away, his scarred hand moving quickly to brush something away from his deep eyes. Sometimes, she thinks he does not pay as much attention to her as she thought he would.
And now they are alone. Back to back in a darkened alleyway, his breathing quickens as she touched his arm and turns him to face her.
"Look at me, Syaoran-kun," she pleads gently, but her eyes found no companion. He looks down and brushes her away. She holds on to him tighter but she felt him tense beneath her grip.
He finally brought his gaze up to hers and met her pleading eyes with a hard stare. Tears fell from her eyes, hot and scalding as he brought his own hands up to her cheeks, and while they had brushed away so many of his own tears, he now lifted his hands and wiped hers away in a fluid motion.
"Princess... I am sorry." He replied gently. She smiled and shook her head despite her tears. "I do not have the same heart as him."
He drew her into a loose embrace and he stroked her hair gently - just like the way Syaoran-kun would.
But she knew. Oh she knew it all along, and she knew she had lost him forever.