No matter what may come our way
Or how hard it gets each day
No matter what we’re forced to do
I’ll always have this love for you
It was a miracle, really. I never would’ve guessed you’d come back that day. It was so sudden, so out of the blue, that I selfishly just embraced you so. I had so many questions, so many things I wanted to know, but for the moment, you just let me continuously enjoy that embrace as tears started to form in my eyes. It was like seeing you for the first time. You seemed like a completely different person, but I knew deep down, you were just the same Syaoran I had fallen in love with when we battled endlessly to gather the Clow Cards together. The same Syaoran that so stubbornly started off as my rival and ended up being my special person. Now that you were back, free of duties to fulfill in having anything to deal with the cards, we could spend a peaceful, long life together. Finally.
How could one day have been the worst and yet, the best? I had completely and utterly convinced myself that she wouldn’t come and say goodbye - that I would never get an answer. I sat on that bus headed for the flight that would take me back to Hong Kong with only one thought in mind: that the tireless nights of finding a way to tell her that I loved her, that she was my number one, had been wasted. Yet, I knew I still loved her. I would, always. And as these thoughts circled around my head, feelings of hopelessness and disheartenment began to settle in along with them. But before I could register that all hope was lost, I heard footsteps. “Syaoran!!” Could my mind be playing tricks? Was that really her? And before I could even question anything else, I threw open the window to see her running towards me, “…Sakura?!” “I know how I feel! My number one… is you, Syaoran!” She handed me a bear then, one I knew she had made herself. I had asked if I could name that bear Sakura, and she agreed with the only intention of naming the one I had given her Syaoran. “I’ll come back!” I shouted, “When?!” she replied, running alongside the now moving bus. “When the things I have to do in Hong Kong are finished! It’ll take a while! Will you wait for me?” Tears began forming in her eyes, and yet she managed to choke out, “…Yes!” That was the last word I heard her say, and I knew she would keep that promise.
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“…Yes!” she shouted the word and I went searching for her. It was a soft, voilet-tinted world with cloud banks that I had struggled to get past. Once I felt her hand on my cheek and tried to trap it, it dissolved like mist through my fingers. When I finally had begun to resurface into reality, I realized I had been dreaming. Sakura’s single word, that promise, had been swimming through my dreams for years, taunting me. “…Yes!”
It was by this point that I realized where I was: on a plane. A plane back to Tomoeda. I had finally finished the paperwork in Honk Kong to move there with the sole intention to be with her again, finally. No more letters or phone calls; in a few hours, she would be wrapped in my arms. I carried my bear, Sakura, in my arms. Hours seemed like days, but I made it. And as I walked through the familiar streets of Tomoeda in the morning hours, I knew where she would be headed. And I was right. I saw her running, late for school, with one shoe half on and her hair in its usual messy form. In a minute, I could hold her. See her smile. Hear her laugh. I was disappointed that mine was not the first face she saw that morning, but she saw it then. Her features registered disbelief and confusion, perhaps she believed she was seeing things? She began moving towards me, my arms extended to embrace her. Her hands were reaching for me, too. My lips were just forming her name when she ran into my expectant arms and breathlessly yelled, “We’ll be together… forever!”
