Chapter 1

Worlds Apart

A tear slide down Sakura's cheek as her green eyes welled up with tears. Her skin was now matured and shone an aluminous golden colour. Her face was now dotted with a few freckles. It had been six years since Sakura even dared to look at the necklace. But today, she held it in her hands, memories flooding through her mind. She had to admit the thought of Syroan crossed her mind a lot but she wasn't game enough to look at the locket he gave her. Putting the necklace in her pocket she sat on the wooden floor boards, looking at all the treasured items she had kept from her past. Sakura sat there, remembering the formal quite well. Although it had been six years, she could still picture everything. That night, once sakura arrived home, she ran to her room. For days she cried her eyes out until she could cry no more. Her brother occasionally walking by, cursing Syroans name under his breathe. Kero continued to offer her cakes and sweets. Nothing worked. Then out of the blue, four days later after the formal, she hears' Syroan has left Tomoeda for Hong Kong. Syroan just left a measly letter to his friends, stating nothing about why he went. The letter only had one line address to her.

"Sakura keep the phone. My gift to you" Sakura never kept the phone. Going home that day, she threw the phone at the wall until it smashed into a million pieces.

Sakura jerked her head upwards, as a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Standing up, the sunlight from the window, hits her skin as the warmth fills her up. She didn't realize how cold she was sitting there. Walking out of the room and down the stairs, she slowly opens the door. All her sadness now gone as happiness and hope fills her up. Sakura standing at the doorway smiles at a man, with black hair. He's height just taller than her, and his eyes, were deep blue. The man stood there smiling at the beautiful girl who stood in front of him. Grabbing her around the waist he kissed her tenderly on the lips, as her arms wrapped around his neck.

"Well hello to you too" giggled Sakura, surprised by the man's gesture.

"I couldn't stand not being with you today. So I thought that we could have a night out. What do you think about going out for dinner?" The man looked contently into Sakura's green eyes, with one hand stroking her face.

"Eriol, that'd be great" Smiled Sakura, hands now unwrapping from his neck and placing them by her side.

"I'll get changed and then we'll go" Eriol looked at Sakura with satisfaction as he nodded, walking into her house and into the lounge room, his hand closing the door behind him. 8 minutes later Sakura was now finally ready. Sakura was now glancing at herself in the mirror. A skinny, tanned girl looked back at her. Her hair not as long as it was in high school but stayed a centimeter from underneath her shoulders. More layers were in her hair now, with short layers sticking up above her head. Her fringe was swept to the side. Sakura flicked her hair in which she left out. The sun was now contrasting with the brown in her hair as she quickly applied blush, mascara, eyeliner and lipstick/gloss. A small chuckle came from behind her as Eriol stood at the doorway, admiring his girlfriend.

"I'll never understand why you put that stuff on. By the end of the day you're makeup will be off anyways" snickered Eriol, tilting his head. Sakura laughed as she grabbed her bag from underneath her bed and stuffed her items inside.

"Do I look alright?" asked Sakura, eyes drifting towards the mirror.

"Always" stated Eriol, grabbing Sakura by her hands, as they make they're way out of the house.

Syroan slowly opened his eyes. The rain, beating against the windows, as he slowly sat up. His huge white sheets slowly slide off him. Syroan looked across him as he moved his hands to the floor, grabbing his underwear. A shrill scream of excitement echoed through the room as a slender, tall blonde girl ran in, from the bathroom now jumping on the bed.

"Oh wow Syroan. Yes, I am ready to commit" Shouted the girl now smiling ecstatically. The girl wearing only a lacy black bra and underwear let a silver necklace slide down her fingers and onto the bed. Syroan looked down, and stared at a small silver necklace, with a small heart shape pendant shining at him.

"That's not for you." Syroan stated coldly. His eyes filled with remorse and anger. He knew perfectly well who the necklace belong to. It was Sakura's. On the day of the formal Sakura had taken off her necklace she had on and put the necklace he gave her.

"Keep it in your pocket" Syroan could remember Sakura stating. Four days later as he unpacked in Hong Kong, looking through his pockets he found her necklace. He was meaning to write to her, but he could never think of what words to say.

"What? Then whose the necklace for the?" barked the girl, dismayed by Syroans news.

"It's not yours." Pause

"What are you doing looking through my things anyways?" Syroans words now angered.

"Looking, that's all. You know, I'll leave if you want?"

"Leave then"

"I'm just a sex object to you? Aren't I?" The girl now questioned. Crawling on her knees, she looked at him, with sultry eyes.

"She is gorgeous" thought Syroan. But looking at the necklace the guilt and love for Sakura returned swiftly. The blonde girl was now kissing him gently on the lips. Her tongue was now trying to make entrance to his mouth.

Syroan push her off him, as he stared coldly into her eyes. He must admit, he did enjoy it, A lot. But the guilt was too much for him to bare.

"I don't want a commitment. Your nothing but many one night stands Victoria"

"Fine! I'll go" The girl, now angered by his statement stood up, grabbed her clothes off the floor and walked off outside the huge apartment. The slam was the final noise to be heard from the now quiet room.

Syroan was still sitting up, one hand moving through his hair. He's eyes bloodshot red from the restless night he had. He has had so many of bad night sleeps that he thought by now that he would have gotten use to it. The work was too much. He spent pretty much all his hours of the week, locked up in the office. The stress of work had aged him. His skin, dry and eyes red. He looked at the scars on his wrist. Many nights, he would sit there, just contemplating suicide. On good days he would find himself in a hospital and on bad days he would wake up in a dirty alley way. Lying beside his, own vomit, and an empty bottle in his hands. Many people were worried about him, but he always ignored the stares of others. He's buried his head into his hands, rubbing his eyes. He was tired. Not just physically tired, but mentally tired. He was tired of everything. Tired of living, of working and tired of his charade. Putting his feet aside the bed he stood up as he bent down besides the bed. Underneath the bed laid a shoebox. Picking it up, he put his box on the bed. Lifting the lid of the shoebox a small shiny black gun lay in front of him. Picking the slender black gun, he played with it gently in his hands. His hands were now caressing the trigger as he lifted the gun to his head. The metal was cold, to his head. Syroan now looking down, the necklace was now glittering in his eyes. The exquisite ideal was so close to him. His dreams and route to death was so appealing and alluring. The gun held everything he wanted. Slowly, Syroan put down the gun.

"Maybe, there is one last thing I should do before this ends" Syroan whispered to himself. His body feeling numb as he now held the necklace in his hands.