WAY TO THE TOP

By Freya-Wings

Chapter 7

It's good to be back and yet it hasn't rained in a while. It's very alarming to know that the world is changing. It might end up getting us fried from the heat. (stick out tongue) there is no way I will let that happen.

Yes, I have to admit that I am very late. But I will never let this story down and I WILL finish it. So my sincere apologies for the late update. I do this all the time stress in pilling up.

Thank you for still reading this story. There will be another few more chapters until the end. I am quite mystified at how writers here could come up with different kinds of stories every day and could upload them every second. Do they spend all their life here? Or do they just type fast? Well, how would I know? I just apologize if I always update this once every month. Peculiar…

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Chapter 7: The Incident

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Beads of sweat were formed on my forehead and I could feel my heart thumping against my chest, feeling completely exhausted and yet satisfied.

Syaoran collapsed next to me and reached for my hand, his chest weaving up and down. He smiled contently and I replied by giving him a peck on the nose.

There were no more words to describe the rest of the moment. It was non verbal description of the pleasure we both gained from that immense experience. We only stared at each other the rest of the night until drowsiness took over and we both feel asleep.

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Syaoran's POV

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Her hair was silky, the brilliant golden brown color captured in my vision… Those soft green eyes melted my insides with a fiery touch. Her face was more visible to me than I had ever seen before. Every calculating detail of her fine features portrayed an image of an angel, an angel that would save me from a cave of loneliness deep within my heart. It was an image that was hard to even forget. Her hair wisped along her face like a silky wave of water against the sand. Her soft pink lips moved. A change that seemed to keep me entranced for what seemed like an eternity. She smiled. Oh that smile… I could describe her lips in poetry, to encapsulate her beauty in words. Everything about her was beautiful. It was hard to resist the temptation of taking her in my arms, making her my own. Just my own.

I opened my eyes from the sunlight that was cast from the windows beyond. I blinked, still in drowsiness. My body felt heavy and I couldn't use my brain to move my muscles. I felt a strange intensity and remembered the dream. It was odd to feel so relaxed after what felt like years of dreary and taut sleep. I stared out at the window for a few seconds, relishing this odd feeling that was built inside of me. I groaned and rolled over only to feel a tinge of warmth against my back.

I turned my head and felt my heart plummet fast to the ground as I saw the angel in my dreams, fast asleep. I turned my body slowly, so as not to wake her, her body felt fragile. The sunlight explored every curved of her face and body, highlighting the soft essence of her features. I could hear her soft unburdened breathing. Such tranquility consumed her that I held my breath in awe. It was rare to find her asleep and so unaware of all the things happening around her. The corner of her lips moved and made a silent smile, as if she was utterly happy in her own dream.

It was at that moment that I felt so at ease. I couldn't stop staring at her. I wanted to capture this moment. I wanted to relish it forever. I want to remember every part of her, even a small wrinkle near her eyes, the soft parting lips, the fluttering of her eyes and her soft breathing.

Turning my body around with such carefulness, I stepped out of the bed and felt the cold air hit my exposed body and I quickly put on a robe.

I walked quietly to my study desk and in incredible silence, took out the camera Sir Yue had given me. I slowly looked back at her sleeping figure and wandered how she had arrived in his life. With one swift movement, I started clicking the round black button on my camera and captured the figure before me.

I paused and saw the reflected sunlight on the warm colored blanket. Everything was perfect, the color, the figure, and that serene and peaceful face completely eradicated the weight in me. She really took my breath away.

Snapping more pictures, I turned to different angles, searching for the best position to capture her, as if making her mine. I suddenly stopped when I heard her rustling the bed, stretching her body slowly. I gulped and put the camera down. I wasn't sure how she would react. I wasn't sure what she would do. But I was curious.

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Sakura's POV

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I slowly awoke from my deep slumber as I stretched my arms. It took me a while to get back to reality when I realized I was not in my room. The sheets were clean white and the bed seemed smaller. I blinked at the blazing sunlight and I saw a figure next to me.

It took me a few seconds to register where I was. I sat up straight and felt brain freeze from sitting up too quickly and saw the handsome young man came to my side. I held one hand and pressed it against my head as I tried to remember what happened.

'Are you alright?' he said quietly to me, a mixture of anxiety and worry in his voice. I gulped and nod my head, searching for my voice.

'I'm alright,' I whispered. It was also then that I realized I was naked. Suddenly I felt very nervous. I gasped and grasped the edge of the blanket and held it against my chest, my heart thundering within its cage.

I turned to look at him and saw brown soft eyes gazing back at me. I bit my lip, in loss of words. This was such an unexpected turn of events. I searched in my memory for a glimpse of past scenarios and felt my heart stop when I remembered myself being completely drunk.

I sighed and closed my eyes… what have I done?

I could feel Syaoran nervously walking towards me and softly sat on the bed next to me. I gulped and looked back at him, unsure of how I felt. I have never felt so much emotions coming to me all at once and that made me a little nervous. But when I felt the touch of his eyes against mine, I was surprised to be completely comfortable. The thundering in my chest proved I wanted to know what will happen next.

'Good morning,' Syaoran started with a whisper, 'I was…' he paused before continuing, 'this was quite unexpected.' He looked more nervous than I was and it made my heart beat faster to see that he also struggled to speak his thoughts.

In alliance, I touched his hand with mine and he looked up. 'I…' I paused for a second to collect my thoughts, 'I had a great time last night.' I said it with as much confidence as I could and felt proud to be able to speak my mind. Syaoran only breathed a small laughter before staring back at me with those piercing brown eyes. 'Although I couldn't quite recollect what I had done last night,' I whispered back, blushing at the sight of his piercing gaze.

'I don't know what this means,' Syaoran said with uncertainty, 'but…' he stopped and felt time stopped. In front of me stood a young man of whom I knew I was attracted to. We had only known each other for a few days and he somehow managed to see right through me, as much as I despise it. But there was a solemn understanding between us and I have never felt connected to a person as much as I did with him.

'But…' I continued for him as he seemed uncertain of whether to say it or not.

As if he could read my mind he said, 'but we have only known each other for a while, and… there are limitations in our relationship.' I slowly nodded in agreement. A hint of sadness protruded from my heart when he said those words and yet I knew it was true.

'I have to go,' I repeated. I couldn't bear to look back at what I had done. Here I was, in bed with another man and jeopardizing my career as well as my reputation in my company. Not to mention what my brother would think about this.

'Listen,' I said as I grabbed my belongings scattered among the piles of Syaoran's belongings. I blushed when I took hold of my underwear hanging on the side lamp. 'I just need you to be quiet about this,' I said as softly as possible, the anger claw of superiority was trying to break free from its cage.

Finally grabbing all of my belongings looked back at Syaoran, who was still sitting on the edge of his bed, watching me gather my things. He had a sad look upon his face and his face was mixed in emotions I couldn't quite decipher.

'I'll see you at work,' was all I could say and quickly escaped the awkwardness and shut the door to his room, catching the last sign of his feature before leaving my guilt behind.

There were so many things circling in my head and I couldn't point to one. There was definite guilt and anger. I was angry with myself for being so stupid as to get drunk and completely discarded my barrier of work relationship with Syaoran. There didn't seem to be any limitations around him, as if we had known each other for years.

I sighed as I waited for a cab to pass by and closed my eyes. One thing is for sure. Last night was the happiest night of all.

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(Normal POV)

It took some time to keep his thoughts in deeper than he wanted it. There were so many questions that he wanted to ask. Syaoran took his camera and opened it. He took out the film from inside and propped it on top of his desk where he written names on them. In that film was a million picture of Sakura in her sleep. It seemed wrong to be taking pictures of someone in their sleep, but there was a strong attraction that itched Syaoran. He needed to take it. He needed to keep that sincere image of her for himself.

When noon came and Syaoran had already finished tidying up his room, he heard a loud noise from the living room. Syaoran could still smell the sweet flavor of Sakura in his room and snapped out of his thoughts as he stepped out of his room to find an Eriol, giggling on the floor.

'What the hell are you doing man?' I asked as I drew near to the laughing Eriol who was now rolling around on the floor.

'Oh you have to hit me. I think I'm dreaming,' Eriol said and took Syaoran's hand to lift him off the ground.

'I think I will hit you once you tell me why you didn't come back last night,' Syaoran frowned and gave Eriol a sarcastic look.

'Chill Syaoran,' Eriol gasped for breath, 'I just had a great time with this woman I met at the bar.'

'I thought you went out with that brunette?' Syaoran asked in confusion. Unsure of which brunette he was talking about.

'Hey that chick I blew ages ago. Turns out her boyfriend stalked her and I nearly got into a fight,' Eriol explained and took a drink out of the fridge and engulfed the coldness into his throat. 'It was so bothersome. So I let him have her. I thought of coming back but then an angel passed by.'

Syaoran was suddenly tired of Eriol's list of women. It seemed that all Eriol had done was being the boy in the play. Or what teens call it nowadays: 'playboy.' I gasped when Eriol said, 'I think I'm in love.'

The news came as a big shock to Syaoran as he quickly looked at Eriol with a surprised look on Syaoran's face. Eriol just smiled and took another sip before dreaming off again.

'Are you serious?' Syaoran said incredulously. It didn't seem possible for an Eriol to be completely attracted to one woman.

'I am serious,' Eriol said, 'we had a great time last night after I dumped the brunette. We talked and laughed and had a great time until morning. She worked in the afternoon so I spent as much time with her as possible. I wasn't even drunk.'

Syaoran paused, immediately not catching on with Eriol's sudden change of heart. 'Wait,' Syaoran said, 'are you saying that you didn't sleep with her.'

Eriol only shook his head and gave him a look that Syaoran had never seen before. It came off a bit strange to see Eriol becoming unlike himself. What is wrong with last night? Have all the good things happened last night.

'Hey I also got something from you at this restaurant her and I ate at,' Eriol said and gave Syaoran a flier. Syaoran looked at it. Apparently, all good things happened last night. In Syaoran's hands was a commercial on a photography competition. Syaoran read in over and over again at the amount of money received if he was a winner. His heart lifted even more since he woke up this morning with a beautiful angel in his bed.

'Good thinking man,' Syaoran smiled, 'I think my day has just gotten better.' Eriol chuckled and stood up, 'I need some rest. I'll probably see you again tonight.'

Syaoran nodded, 'yeah, I think I'm going to head off around the place in search for a good photograph. Can you help me print some? The film is on my table.'

'Sure, don't worry about it,' Eriol said and walked heavily to his room.

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Sakura collapsed onto her favorite green chair and closed her eyes. Her so called boyfriend just messaged her. He wanted to see her tonight. Last night was one of the best nights of all. She kept thinking about it all the way to her apartment.

Suddenly, the door knocked and in came a young maid wearing an apron. 'There is someone here to see you ma'am,' she said and bowed with a slightly frightened look. Sakura knew her hard pressure on everyone around her made them feel intimidated by them, a no stranger for someone who was a workaholic.

Sakura didn't feel like being the working woman for that day. She felt too exhausted to think about anything else. Sakura only nod her head and said softly, 'could you get me some tea with lemon? And don't forget my favorite ginger biscuits.'

Talk about teatime, the maid looked a little surprised, stammered a bit then nodded and left. Sakura chuckled softly… everything did change.

'You look different today Sakura-chan,' a soft voice sound like a melody to her ears. Sakura turned around and saw the tall figure. 'Yukito,' Sakura gasped and sat up from her chair to greet her favorite guest.

'Don't you have work today?' Sakura asked as she allowed him to sit on her guest chair.

Yukito only smiled and said, 'there's always time to visit you Sakura-chan. I thought it's about time to hear what you are up to now.' Sakura made a small smile in appreciation for his wonderful gesture.

'I would love your company anytime Yukito-kun,' Sakura said when her maid knocked and came in the room with tea and biscuits.

'Wow, it has been an awfully long time that I haven't tasted the deliciousness of teatime. I remember how much you loved playing them when you were small.'

Sakura blushed as the maid sets down the hot drinks and noticed how her master had grown a bit cheery today. 'You look a lot different today Sakura,' Yukito finally said after he examined her face. 'There's a tint of happiness that was lost ever since that day with you mother.'

Sakura gulped and noticed her maid forcing to hold her smile. Sakura didn't say a word but asked politely, 'would you like some sugar in your tea Yukito-kun?'

'Are you in love?' Yukito suddenly asked and Sakura nearly spilled sugar on top of the table. The maid paused at the sudden question. Sakura gulped again and could not find her voice. her throat felt dry all of the sudden and the tea in front of her tempted her to drink all those questions she herself wanted the ask.

After a prompt smile, Sakura chuckled nervously, 'why do you say so? You know I am not the kind of person to understand love.' The maid made a short face in agreement before heading off to the door.

Yukito did not say anything but made a small play of smile on his lips and that strange eye contact made Sakura more nervous. Sakura could not help for turn away from those intensifying eyes and took her tea cup and drank softly from it.

'You know Sakura,' Yukito finally gazed away and turned to pour milk to his tea before continuing, 'women tend to look more beautiful when they're in love.'

Sakura chuckled and gave him a strong look, 'I am not in love. What makes you think that?' 'Sakura, women tend to do stupid things when their in love,' Yukito interrupted, ignoring her question.

'What have I done that is stupid?' Sakura asked with wild eyes. Yukito took a sip of his tea and sat back, 'well, if you are going to deny it then let us play a game shall we?'

Sakura gulped again. What was wrong? Is everyone changing?

'Where were you last night? I called your home and your cell and yet you were nowhere to be found. Last I heard from your driver, he dropped you off at Park kuna,' Yukito said and then smiled. Sakura could not help but feel all the emotions and feelings that she wanted to spill out.

Sakura sighed, unable to cope with that sudden intensity, which was ironic understanding Sakura was usually the hot-headed one. 'I think… I did something… stupid,' Sakura said in a small voice. In that one moment she felt so vulnerable. It was an odd feeling considering the irony of it all. What sort of magic did Yukito possess; it was way beyond Sakura's imagination. But as her dear friend, she had to express her feelings.

Delicately touching the ring of her tea cup, she looked softly to the deep golden brown color of her tea and simplified the difference of being in love. Sakura made a small smile in understanding at just how simple it was. Sakura was just the plain water, hot-headed with an inhospitable mask and then came Syaoran… mixing his color and flavor. Sakura smiled brighter and giggled softly. What she didn't understand in the first place was why she denied it so much. If she threw away all the possibility of being in trouble, she would probably accept this new feeling and make it her own. If only she also realize how precious it was, especially for a woman who has never been in love.

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Eriol stared blankly at the wall, trying to paint an image of this girl from his mind. It didn't take him long to point her specific features for he had spent all those morning hours trying to remember every single detail. Has Eriol finally come to a point where he was stuck on one girl?

That question made him jump from his seat. When he blinked again, the image of this woman was gone. The beat of his heart gave the best of him and Eriol shook his head, unsure of what to do.

'God damn it,' Eriol cursed out loud to an empty space before him. He felt both desire and anxiety swirling in his brain as he tried to gather his thoughts. What was his duty again? Right, making sure that Syaoran gets his film washed.

Eriol cursed again and walked slowly to Syaoran's bedroom and located the various film canisters lying on the table. Eriol picked one up, unsure of which film canister he was supposed to get print. Unable to cope with the thought of being far apart from this woman made Eriol's mind disrupted. He couldn't be fixated on one woman, which was impossible. And yet there was some part of him that admits the truth.

Giving up on thinking further, Eriol took the entire film canister and walked out of the room, getting ready to print the best picture for Syaoran's photography competition. In fact, Eriol might also be able to join the competition. Sighing, Eriol walked out of the room, feeling lonely and empty.

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The large room felt cold all of the sudden. There was a wave of bitterness in the air as Sakura poured herself another cup of tea. She blew on the soft hot air off the brown surface and watched it made circles. She had finished explaining her night activity and realized she was stupid from the start.

All her life, she had tried to make sure everything would go according to her plan. She was target minded, everything had to be done in her certain way or else there would be circumstances. Now she felt vulnerable. That was by far the oddest feeling she ever felt in her entire life.

'So,' Yukito finally made a sound as the clock started ticking again, apparently, the news was quite a shock for Sakura had never seen Yukito made no sound at all for nearly 10 minutes.

'Yukito, he had made a promise with me that he would not say anything at all,' Sakura said and looked out at the bright window, 'he knows what the circumstances are.'

'But Sakura, that's not the problem,' Yukito said with an edge in his tone as Sakura nervously looked back at him, 'the problem is, is that you are in love with him.'

Sakura sighed, 'I know, I know. I have been trying to get rid of this feeling since yesterday. And I know that we have to be professional but it's not a big deal.'

Yukito bit his lip, 'Sakura, you are old enough to realize that being in love is not just about trading. It cannot just come and go.' Sakura went silent. 'There are things in life you cannot control. And those things you have to face with dignity. Especially for someone like you.'

Sakura gave him a confusing look, 'for someone like me?'

'I meant someone who has never been in love,' Yukito said and immediately felt bad for saying it out loud. Sakura turned away, unable to contain her sadness and confusion. It wasn't her fault she had never felt more connected to another human being. It was her problem, so why do they have to make a big deal out of it.

'I'm sorry,' Yukito sighed, regretting those dreadful words. He saw tears beginning to form on her beautiful green eyes and felt more guilt. He rarely saw Sakura cry. But he knew that Sakura was not as strong as she appeared to be. There were many things that Sakura hid from everyone and the entire burden she took alone. She had never cried in front of anyone before and this made the guilt bigger than ever.

'I didn't mean to upset you Sakura,' Yukito said softly. Sakura bit her lip, trying to contain her mixed emotions that were ready to burst at any minute. 'I just,' Yukito continued, 'I just wanted you to get rid of your ego for one second and realize that you could be yourself.'

Sakura turned to look at Yukito in the eye and felt her protective mask disappear. She felt tears started to fall down her cheeks. Her eyes felt hot and a huge knot was formed in her throat. Her fingers felt numb as the increasing thunder of her heartbeat made her ears deaf.

If everything was as simple as what Yukito had said, have Sakura been very insecure of her self? Would she finally be able to open herself to more important things other than her issues at work? But what sort of pleasure would come to that?

Without saying a word, Yukito stood up from his chair and placed his hand over her shoulder to provide comfort for this woman who finally poured out her emotions. Sakura felt the heat and comfort but failed to stop her heart from streaming out.

Yukito stayed by her side until her tears died down, wondering if speaking to her about this was the wrong idea.

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Eriol frowned as he took another look at the pictures before him. He never knew Syaoran hooked up with a girl and what was even more surprising was that the picture before him made his knees weak and heart beat faster.

The depth of the shadow of the curves made her look beautiful. Her face was so serene and peaceful that he too was afraid to even talk. Eriol couldn't help but stare deeply into the photograph, and wondered which angel Syaoran had captured. As far as he knows, Syaoran had been single for ages and then came a beauty with her soft and delicate lips, her sincere closed eyes and long eye lashes, making you wonder what was behind those lids.

Eriol gulped and checked his watch. Syaoran didn't say that he wanted to put this picture in the competition because this photograph would blow the judges' minds. Without considering any further, Eriol took an envelope and placed her picture inside and grabbed the registration sheet. Syaoran might just win with this photograph. That was all he ever dreamed of, wasn't it?

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Syaoran opened the door to the apartment and saw Eriol making dinner. 'Hey Eriol, I took some amazing photographs. I think I want to enter one of these into the competition tomorrow. Eriol waved his hand from over the kitchen counter, 'yeah, okay. Let me see.'

Syaoran withdrew the camera from his backpack and went to the dark room, 'I'll wash these first alright?'

Eriol only replied, 'you're just in time for dinner. I've made grilled sandwiches.' 'Thanks,' Syaoran said and closed the door shut.

A few minutes later he appeared with some prints. 'Oh god, you have to see this,' Syaoran said as he flipped over all the pictures he had taken. Eriol grabbed it from his hands and explored his work.

'Dude, this is something,' Eriol said in agreement at the pictures and stopped at a picture of a beggar on the street.

'This one,' Eriol pointed at the picture as Syaoran laughed, 'yeah, I wanted to put that one in myself. We have the same taste bro. I'm gonna send this today. I hope it's not too late. I can't wait for the results.'

Eriol smiled mischievously before going back to his food, eating his secrets with him.

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(The next day)

That morning Sakura walked into her office that day, Tomoyo was waiting for her with a bag of sweets. 'Sakura,' Tomoyo squealed at the sight of her. She was wearing a vintage Donna Karran of white silk and a short skirt which she wrapped her legs with black stockings. 'I need to talk to you Sakura-san,' Tomoyo said as she followed Sakura into her private office.

'Guess this, you will never believe it,' Tomoyo said in her high voice, 'I have met the perfect man for me.' Sakura quietly put on her glasses and started to skim through her paper works. 'Coffee Tomoyo,' Sakura simply said and Tomoyo nodded.

'yes, the story began that night when I dumped George Cowell at the bar,' Tomoyo continued as she walked to the coffee table and poured her some coffee, 'I was so heartbroken but then I found him Sakura-san, like a penny on the street.' Tomoyo added some sugar to the coffee while continuing, 'he was just like me. We dumped the 'its' that night and found each other. Wasn't it so meant to be?'

Tomoyo placed the cup of hot coffee on the table as Sakura continued to write things on the paper. 'We had a great night just talking about each other. This was the first time I have ever met a guy and did not sleep with him on the first date.'

Sakura tried to listen to the blabber of the woman in front of her but she had a hard time keeping focus. Sakura took the cup and was about to drink her coffee when Tomoyo blurted out, 'I think I'm in love.' Sakura nearly chocked on her hot coffee. Sakura licked her lips and slowly place back the cup on the table before looking back at Tomoyo.

'I am in love Sakura-san,' Tomoyo whispered with excitement, 'I have never felt so excited in my entire life. That one night gave me a whole different perspective about guys. I mean, I should just shed those insecurities I told you about and start to have a life.'

With that, Tomoyo collapsed on the chair in front of Sakura, leaving Sakura with an open mouth. There was clearly an incident that night. Everyone IS changing.

Sakura licked her lips as Tomoyo sighed with utter happiness. If someone in love can be this happy, then why was she miserable?

Before she could find out the answer, there came a knock on the door and Naruku appeared. 'Miss, there's Sir…'

Before Naruku could finish her sentence, Yuuki Edwards opened the doors forcefully and walked with anger towards Sakura. Sakura had no time to realize why there was dark aura of anger and hatred when Yuuki entered but saw her face nearly getting smacked by the newspaper he threw on her desk in front of her.

'Explain this to me,' Yuuki said with a loud voice. You don't need a scientist to know that he was angry. Confused, Sakura picked up the newspaper and nearly collapsed when she saw the picture on the newspaper.

Sakura tried to breathe and yet there was no air of relaxation in her lungs. Tomoyo looked alarmed when she took the newspaper from Sakura's shivering hands. She stood up and said with a nervous laugh, 'this is not her Yuuki. It's clearly not her. She doesn't look like thi—'

'Shut up Tomoyo,' Yuuki yelled and Tomoyo stepped back in surprise. 'Please leave us Tomoyo,' Sakura stood up with weakened knees and gave Tomoyo a pleading look. Tomoyo tried to hold her anger. Yuuki stared at her with such a piercing gaze and Sakura knew that this was her problem. She didn't want Tomoyo involved in this.

A tear nearly formed in her eyes when she glanced back at the picture. When the door closed, Yuuki only stared at her with angry eyes. But he had the right to be angry. There she was, on the cover of the newspaper and a magazine which Yuuki also threw down, her picture.

Sakura closed her eyes and felt anger, embarrassment and sadness. Yuuki wanted an explanation. Sakura knew she had to explain why she was half naked, covered barely in thin silk blanket, unaware and still dreaming. Her position was unbearable and Sakura had to turn away. All she felt now was falling off the building, leaving all her troubles behind. Leaving the shred of hope where she thought she could love again. Leaving her self behind, ending her humiliation.

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That is pretty much the end of this chapter. I will try to update the next one as early as possible as I already started my holiday. Besides, I'm trying to find the perfect song lyrics for the next chapter. In line is 'lost without you' by Robin Thicke or 'Tattooed on my mind' by D'sound.

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