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..::.. Syaoran's Living space... one I remember what it is I'll post more about it XD ..::..

With a large yawn Syaoran rose to a sitting postions and had a very large streatch. Rubbing his eyes he stopped and kept this hands infront of his face. Was it all just a daream? He said qietly as he got up and made his way to the kitchen. He began making himself breakfast when a thought hit him. If it wasn't a dream then... He exclaimed as he dashed off to the laundry room to find Sakura's father's clothes in the dryer. It wasn't a dream! He shouted in happines. Pausing for a moment he had a slight cough and straightened himself. He was getting overly excited, that wasn't like him. Calming down a bit he returned to his breakfast and cheerfully ate.

After breakfast he cleaned up abit around the house and folded the clothes that Sakura let him borrow and carefully wrapped them up. Syaoran thought about weather Sakura would be awake by home, at her home or still at Tomoyo's and sighed. She probably still alseeeeep. He whined as he sat down and sunk into the chair. I know! He exclaimed as he jumped to his feet. We'll have a picnic. He said remembering all the times that Sakura had taken them on picnics and had made them meals. With another smile on his face he leaped into the kitchen and started making him bento-picnic of love.

((:3))

((From Saku's))

Syaoran walked in the door and slammed it shut behind him as he rested himself up against the door. How could have have been so stupid! God that girl made his blood boil. But he did his best to push past the thought of that witch and started to think about Sakura. How could he be there better for her. Should something, even remotely possibly happen to her, he planned to sjhow her with nothing but love an effection every chance he could. And he would start at school tomorrow.

Heading upstairs he took a quick shower and put himself to sleep.

((From School))

Syaoran ran his fastest and hardest he's ever ran before to his house. Slamming the door behind him, he fell to his knees as he began to fall apart. His tears spilled out onto the hardwood floor in a never end stream of gult and sorrow. What have I done.... what has she done?. Syaoran thought as his crying got more intense and he started to dry heave. How could things have gone so horribly wrong? Why couldn't she have just listened! As he laid there on the floor emptying himself, all he could think of was 'why'.

There is nothing that I can do. I'm powerless against her.... as long as Sakura is happy and okay then this is the way things are going to have to be. He said through his crying. There never was anthing taht I could have done.. and I put her through this all. He said she he burried his face in his shirt. She should never see me again..

I love her, I'm no about to mess with her memories. I won't do anything to hurt her... He said as it replayed over and over again in his mind. He didn't want to hurt her, yet he just did. Do the ends really justify the means?

I never was a clow master. I only foolishly thought that it was my birth right. The cards pick their own master. He had to admit right now the offer was so vert tempting to erase Aonu from everything but he knew that wouldn't slove his problems and that the Dark Clow only means to use him. Take the card you gave Tomoyo and leave me, I'll beat her my own way. He said as he continued to pour his heart out onto the cold floor. At this rate he'd either die of de-hydration or drown in his own sorrow. He didn't even bother to answer the phone as it began to ring off the hook. He just wanted to lay there and fade away. The one thing he loved most in this world and he had to give it away to save it and the truth would never be known. Deeper and deeper Syaoran began to slip into a depression.

Syaoran gave the voice no answer as he laid there, shivering on the cold floor as a pool of tears began to form underneath him. He knew he loved her, he knew she had loved him too, but will she give up on him? Will she move on and forget that he had ever happned? When everything was fixed, when Aonu was taken care of.. would she understand? The harder he thought about the consequences the hard he began to cry. It was wearing him out and soon he had drifted to sleep, floating down the waterfall of his own tears.