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ChiChi's Note: Sorry sorry sorry. Waaah I feel so bad for not updating anymore, I had to rewrite this chapter like a million times and I also got into drawing so yeah… distracted. So I apologize once again and yes… enjoy!

Difference

She sat along the ledge of the cliff hugging one leg to her and letting the other hang off the edge. Her haunting voice echoed through the woods as she hummed her favorite song. She closed her eyes and leaned back, enabling her to lean her head on her shoulder. She let her other leg swing over the ledge and brought her hand up to her locket. He head hurt so much for some reason. Her mind fell onto Eriol. Her humming paused for a second, but quickly resumed. "Why didn't you listen to me?" she muttered silently, "I told you so many times…

…not to stay out in the rain like that! I can't believe you stayed out on my doorstep waiting for me."

"Mmmff," Eriol replied, his head buried under Tomoyo's many blankets and pillows.

She had forced him into some of her father's old clothes and made him go straight to bed as soon as she heard that cough leave his mouth. She giggled and sat at the foot of the bed. "So what were you doing anyways?" she enquired pulling the blanket down to see his face.

He grinned and sat up. His hand wandered over to his handkerchief which he had placed in an odd position on her bedside table. He took it in his hand and held the dome shaped cloth up to eye-level. Tomoyo curiously lifted up the cloth and a smile of amazement appeared on her face. Inside the dome were two black butterflies fluttering around each other. "They're so beautiful," she whispered, "How did you find them?"

Eriol placed the handkerchief in Tomoyo's hands and flopped back into the mess of pillows, "Did you not see me walking around outside?"

He sneezed then gave an annoyed groan. "See, that's what happens when you don't listen to me. You're going to get yourself killed one of these days."

She gave a slight laugh then laid down beside him staring him right in the eye, "Promise me that you'll listen to me next time."

He smiled then wrapped his arm around her waist, "Sure, promise."

She opened her eyes and another tear fell from her eyes, "Eriol…" She got up and climbed down the cliff. She realized that her locket was open. She lifted her hand to close it but stopped once she heard a sound from behind her. She spun around but saw no one. The sound of a twig being snapped in half came from the other direction. She turned but no one was there. Her eyes shifted from side to side trying to find the source of the sound but it seemed as if nothing was there. 'It must be an animal…' she thought nervously. She gave a sigh of relief after convincing herself that her conclusion was correct. She smiled and turned to go to the path that would take her back to town, "Perhaps someone could help me there."

"Wouldn't count on it; they hate your guts."

As if he appeared out of thin air, she saw Eriol standing right in front of her. He stood lazily with his hands stuffed in his pockets. He smiled and took one of his pockets out of his pocket. He held his hand out and waited without saying another word. She couldn't believe her eyes. She felt like crying for being blessed with such a miracle, "E-Eriol, is it really you?"

She took a step forward and Eriol took a step back. She gave him a curious look and took another step towards him. This time he didn't move, but instead dropped his arm so that it hung loosely by his side. He smirked, "Race you back to the house."

Before she could say anything he disappeared down the trail. She frantically began running, trying to catch up to him. She could see him still far in the distance, but would lose track of him every time they hit a corner. They kept running until they reached the town. She stopped as soon as she lost him in the crowd. She searched for any sign of him but couldn't see him. She tapped a guy around her age on the shoulder, "Excuse me, have you seen a boy with very dark hair, glasses, he was actually about your height. He just ran past here but I can't-"

"Tama, there you are!" the boy turned around and gave a sigh of relief, "I thought I told you to stay in your cabin. Who knows what my cousin could have done to you."

"What are you talking about?" she paused and observed the boy's face finding him very familiar. She extended her hand out to him, "Um, my name's Tomoyo Daidouji, I live in the mansion on the East side of town. Have we met before?"

Syaoran's eyes widened, "T-Tama, what happened to you? Don't you recognize me? It's me Syaoran!"

The two began attracting the attention of the crowd. She looked around uncomfortably then brought her attention back to the boy in front of her, "Syaoran? Oh, I do know you!"

Syaoran's eyebrows rose, "That's a relie-"

"You're his cousin of course! He's told me so much about you and your family," she smiled at him and gave a small bow, "Would you please help me? He just ran through the crowd and I'm trying to find him."

"What?" he asked with shock in his voice. He then noticed all the people and glared at them. They immediately went back to their business.

She looked around slightly confused, "He might be in the mansion. I'm a little new to this town so could you point me in the right direction? I'll be able to find my way there after that."

"No, I won't let you near him. He's dangerous," Syaoran grabbed her wrist and began dragging her through the crowd.

"Hey! Who do you think you are!" she screamed regaining everyone's attention, "Let me go this instant!"

"Syaoran?" she heard a small voice pipe out from behind the wall of bystanders who stared at them with a concerned look, but didn't budge to do anything. A girl with auburn hair pushed her way through the many people and stared at the two. "Syaoran what are you doing to Tama! Let her go!" she shrieked.

Tama?

The girl jumped on Syaoran and began prying his hands off of Tama's wrist. "Sakura stop it," he shouted, "Tama's not acting like herself, there's something wrong with her."

That name is so familiar…

The villagers began whispering amongst themselves, "That Tama causes too much trouble around here." "What do you suppose happened to her?" "Who cares, it's just Tama anyways."

But I don't know who it is…

Her hand was finally released and she stumbled back a few steps. Sakura rushed over to her and checked her arm, "Tama, are you okay?"

"Why are you all calling me Tama?" she asked pulling her arm away from the girl, "My name is Tomoyo, To-mo-yo. You're all insane!"

"You're the one who's insane," one of the people in the crowd shouted.

She frowned, "How's that? I don't even know any of you! You're all exactly like the people back home in England!"

The crowd broke out into another conversation, "What is she talking about?" "Does she have amnesia again?" "She's such a strange one." "Why is she talking about England?"

She looked over at Sakura who didn't seem to know what was going on. She snuck up beside her and leaned in to her ear, "Excuse me, could you please tell me where Eriol Hiiragizawa's house is?"

Sakura gave her and pained expression then uncertainly gave her the answer. She smiled and broke through the wall of enraged villagers. She ran down the road, hearing a few shouts coming from behind her, but she didn't stop for any of them. Once she had the mansion in her sight, she used up the rest of her energy, trying to run faster. She slipped through the gates and made her way to the door. She placed her hand on the doorknob then heard the faintest sound of a piano being played, "So you were here."

She opened the door and rushed up the stairs, not bothering to shut the door. She followed the music and found herself at the end of the hallway. She pushed the door open gingerly and revealed the worn out room with the rather dusty piano. She saw Eriol and smiled. She ran to him and tackled him to the ground. He grunted in pain but she ignored it; she was just so happy to be in his arms. Eriol looked down at her, "Ah, Tama. You seem excited, but unfortunately I already beat you here."

Her eyes shot open and she sat up. She stared down at him with a betrayed look on her face, "Not you too… Why are you all calling me Tama? My name is Tomoyo."

A tear fell from her eye, and Eriol's eyes grew large when he realized what was going on. She got up and stormed out of the room. She retired to her room and found it to be amazingly dusty. She sneezed then looked around. She could see footprints on the floor and noticed that many of her things had been moved by prying hands. She found the letter to her mother and gasped realizing that she still didn't mail it. She grabbed the pen on her side-table then filled out the remainder of the address. She then sealed the envelop and brought it to her dresser. She reached for her diary then gasped for the second time. It was no longer there. "Who would steal my diary? What is wrong with this place?" she demanded, searching around if she would have possibly left it somewhere. She scattered her pillows then suddenly smiled happily at the photo that was left untouched. She took it into her hands and held it to her heart. She then put it with the letter and continued looking. She frowned and stood up she looked around the room, but her attention was caught by the mirror in the corner of her room. She excitedly went over to it and stared at herself in awe, "How long have I been asleep for?"

She adjusted the mirror a bit and showed Eriol standing behind her. "How did you get in?" she asked in an irritated tone.

"Magic," he replied shortly then smirked.

"I hate it when you smirk," she muttered then crouched to look under her bed.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking for my diary. I think someone might have taken it."

"What makes you think that?"

"When I came in there were footsteps all around my room and all my things were moved," she got up and began opening her drawers.

He moved over to the window and stared out of it, "Tomoyo, do you miss it?"

She closed the drawer and walked over to him. She leaned against him and looked outside trying to see what he was looking at, "Miss what?"

"Our old lives… before you got amnesia and before I-"

"Died?" she finished, "I miss the feeling I had the night before I left. Knowing that I was able to escape that terrible place with you. I felt so alive."

Eriol scoffed, "Alive huh?"

He moved away from her and made a small gap between them, "That's the difference between you and me now. We're no longer the same. Does it scare you?"

"But you're standing right in front of me how can you not be alive?" she demanded.

Eriol fell silent. He leaned against the mirror and closed his eyes, "I can't be here with you forever. I have to pass on sooner or later."

She approached him slowly then placed a hand on his shoulder, "Eriol, what's going on? Please tell me what's wrong."

"Don't touch me!" he shouted.

At that moment the entire room began to shake. All of her things began falling from their places. She stared at Eriol with fear, 'Is he causing all of this?' She noticed the mirror behind him wobbling back and forth. He was going to get hurt if it hit him. She ran to him and pushed him out of the way. The mirror crashed to the ground and broke into many pieces. The tremors finally stopped, and Eriol looked up at her, "You're still here… why? Aren't you bothered by me? We're no longer the same, you're alive and I'm dead."

She pouted and pushed him playfully, "What do you mean we're no longer the same? We still are. We're black butterflies, remember?"

He frowned and stared at the ground. "I'd never cruel to you like everyone else, I love you," she whispered wrapping her arms around him.

"Promise?"

"Yes," she said pulling back wondering what he was up to.

He grabbed a jagged shard from the broken mirror. He placed it in her hand and guided it to her wrist. He looked up at her with eyes of desperation, "Then don't let me suffer alone."

ChiChi's Note: Oh my, Eriol's quite the selfish one or is he? I dunno. Okay so I thought that this would end up being the last chapter but I screwed up creatively. I'm positive that the next chapter will be the last one… yeah… okay then. Review please!