The warm last rays of the sun shone out from the horizon, showering them in a wash of orange, eyes sparkling, hair glazed in a warm red. They stood looking into each other's eyes for a while.

Suddenly Syaoran's cell phone started to ring. June looked into the distance again and cursed under her breath.

"Hello?" Syaoran held the phone to his ear for a while, and then holding it away he closed it and shrugged.

"Want me to walk you home?" June nodded happily.

Once she stepped inside her house she smiled and sighed. And did it again, unable to help herself. She was really in love…true love…first love. I should've told him…today. She felt reckless, and being stupid and in love, she slowly opened her door again. Come on June, can't lose him now, can you? She would tell him. Tonight. She saw his figure outlined in the darkness and bit her lip. She couldn't imagine being without him, and she wanted to be with him forever. She took a sharp breath in and stopped in her tracks.

Did he see me? But she froze, unable to speak or move, scared of being detected. Her eyes gleamed in the dim streetlights.

She backed slowly…one step at a time…step…step…and once she was far enough. She ran.

She dropped the phone, it fell onto the floor. How…June and Syaoran… How. She crumpled onto the floor and without her even noticing, she was crying, stifled into quiet sobs. He can't do this to me.

"It's so unfair," she said and she screamed, letting herself cry out loud. She was Angry. Jealous. Heart aching. Sad. Hurt. She crashed around and knocked things off her desktop in an unstoppable fury. She couldn't scream anymore and trying to catch her breath from crying, she collapsed onto her bed. How could he do this to her, she almost died for him…

She hated him. She hated her. She didn't know why she did, and why she should, but she did. A pang of guilt stabbed at her heart, she didn't hate June, she can't hate June…she hated herself. No. She just hated everything.

Her first love. It went much deeper than she ever said; it was her secret. How could he let him steal her first kiss, how could she have let him see her crying…May you stupid stupid girl. How could you let him become everything for you in such a short period of time… Quick hello, and an even quicker goodbye. A summer fling for a young, naïve, shy girl. He came in mid June, June 16th. Soon they were talking, sharing hearts, lives, and between the walks, the late nights, the way he made her laugh, the way he talked…she had fallen completely in love. And when he suddenly had to leave nearing the end of august, she was devastated. What about their plans for grade 9? And she kept him in her heart, a large part of her heart she kept hidden away.

Then suddenly, he was there. In her school. In her school. She saw glances of him in the hallways in grade 11 and couldn't believe it at first. Then overwhelmed, she finally got the courage and approached him.

"S-Syaoran!" She exclaimed, bright-eyed and nervous. She couldn't contact him for so long, and her longing was met with such enormous luck. "I can't believe you transferred here!" He seemed a bit taken aback. She noticed immediately.

"Meilin?"

"Yah."

"Hey, how are you? It's been a while." He smiled at her. She smiled shakily.

"I'm good," she replied. "…well see you around."

"Wait, Meilin!" Syaoran called down the hall. A rush went through her body and she turned to him. "Here, give me your email." She hastily scrawled it on his hand and stepped back. She gave a small wave and walked away, her heart flipping.

She ran home that day and went immediately on the computer. She must've sat there for an hour, checking every minute for him. Finally he signed on and they small talked for a while. They seemed like strangers, she could feel her mounting disappointment and her ever climbing expectations.

Remember the bridge? She typed, anticipating… That was their spot.

What bridge?

You can't remember it? Our bridge?

Ohh…lol that was so long ago

…

Well it was fun while it lasted right? ;)

She closed the window. It didn't mean anything to him. He could barely remember me…She cut off connections with him and avoided him, taking her broken pride and dignity…but she still longed for him.

And now, June… She knew she liked him, like half the school, but she didn't know something would happen. It still hurt when she talked about it.

The summer pasted painfully. She tried so hard to be supportive of June, to mask her anger, jealousy, hurt. Every time. Summer was nearing its end and she couldn't take it anymore. She just couldn't.

And she called him up one night. And met up with him. She could hear him nearing her and turned to look at him. Memories…the memories rushed back and she broke down. To her surprise, he put his arms around her. She felt right in his arms.