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1 Author’s note: Hello! ^-^ This is another Tomoyo & Sakura story
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2 (like a good deal of my fanfics) and it has some dark issues that it
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3 deals with. It isn’t exactly a lemon, but it does have some
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4 suggestive moments between two women. I don’t own these characters
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5 though I’d do almost anything to own Tomoyo-chan. ^-^ But then I’d
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6 have to own Sakura, too, just so she wouldn’t get lonely. ^-^;;
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7 Anyway, this fanfic comes from a discussion G.P. and I were having
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8 about the possibilities of Sakura’s vast powers after her life
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9 started to break down with her marriage to Syaoran and the consequent
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10 loss of Tomoyo as a major force in her life. The original idea was
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11 much darker, but the characters had their own idea where this story
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12 was going. ^-^;; I really hope you enjoy it. ^-^ I always love
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13 feedback, so if you have a chance when you’re done with the story, I
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14 would love to hear from you. ^-^
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15
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16
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17 Don’t Close Your Eyes
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18 by Amazoness Duo
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19 amazonessduo@hotmail.com
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20
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21
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22
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23 What was the start of all this? When had things started taking a
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24 turn for the worse? Sakura wasn’t quite sure anymore as she looked
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25 back on things. She had a difficult time remembering the last time
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26 she was truly happy. The wedding? The honeymoon? Sometime afterwards?
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27 The marriage had been dreamlike at first, the novelty of being a
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28 married couple making it all the more amazing. It had seemed
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29 wonderful. She could finally be with the man she loved always. But
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30 things hadn’t worked out quite the way she had planned. She had a
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31 hard time connecting with Syaoran. He had a difficult time with his
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32 own emotions. Her emotions seemed like a complete mystery to him,
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33 like another language. He saw her overemotional behavior often as a
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34 sign of weakness and couldn’t understand her pain. Nor could he truly
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35 take part in her joy. And so her heart had languished.
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36 If that had been the only thing, it might have been bearable. But
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37 as time went by, things became worse. Syaoran had always been a
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38 jealous person. And now that she was his bride, his possession, he
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39 was even worse about it, even to her friends and family. She was
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40 confused and hurt with how he treated them. She found that she could
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41 not come to him with her misery of being away from them and alone in
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42 Hong Kong. The only one she could really talk to about it was Tomoyo,
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43 and unfortunately she had heard less and less from the dark haired
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44 beauty as time went by until she stopped hearing from her altogether
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45 several months before.
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46 The phone call from Sonomi had startled her out of a peaceful
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47 sleep. At first she thought it was a phone call from Tomoyo but
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48 Sonomi’s pain wracked voice quickly shook that thought. She had never
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49 heard someone hurt that badly before as Sonomi tried to speak on the
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50 phone. A cold chill had run through Sakura’s body as she waited. It
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51 had to be about Tomoyo. There was nothing else it could be. And deep
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52 in her heart, she already knew what the phone call was about. Tomoyo
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53 had killed herself. Sonomi had found her in her little apartment with
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54 her wrists slashed. Her broken best friend had bled to death on her
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55 floor, all alone in the middle of the night. The simple suicide note
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56 left by Tomoyo was just like her, sweet and kind with hidden pain
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57 behind it. Apparently, she hadn’t intended for Sakura to ever find
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58 out about her suicide, mentioning in the letter how she had faded
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59 from Sakura’s life and that now she could leave without worrying
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60 about making the brunette sad. Sonomi had other ideas instead of
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61 keeping it from Sakura. Sakura had curled up and cried for what felt
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62 like an eternity.
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63 Tomoyo’s death had shattered Sakura’s heart into thousands of
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64 splinters, all lodged painfully in her soul. Syaoran could not mend
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65 her heart after that point. She was too far gone, living every day in
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66 an emotional agony. She was fairly sure that he didn’t love her
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67 anymore. He rarely spent time with her now and the luster of their
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68 early marriage was gone. And she had finally come to the realization
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69 that she hadn’t loved him in the first place. He was important to
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70 her, to be sure, but she had never fallen in love with him. Everyone
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71 had pushed her into a relationship with him. And she had gone along
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72 with it, believing that they all knew her heart better than she
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73 could. And she had been wrong.
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74 Pulling up her staff, Sakura closed her emerald green eyes. She
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75 didn’t know when things had started going wrong, but she didn’t care
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76 by this point. She was the most powerful magician in the world. With
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77 all of her magic, fixing things should be easy enough. There was a
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78 slight quiver in her heart of fear, but she pushed it away. It was
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79 too painful to keep living on this way. Tomoyo, Syaoran, her family,
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80 it had all slipped away from her. Clutching the staff tighter, she
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81 began to focus all of her magic. “I’m going to put all of this
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82 right,” she whispered. As she finished chanting, the world around her
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83 began to grow fuzzy, distorted. Colors began to bleed together,
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84 reality swirling around her. Faces and images, smells and sounds
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85 tormented Sakura as the world around her twisted and pulled. Her own
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86 body began following suit, her hand dropping the staff as her fingers
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87 began to dissipate in a swirl of light. It felt like she was being
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88 pulled apart, piece by piece. A shrill scream shattered the world
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89 around her and everything went dark.
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90
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91 Some time later, Sakura woke up with a pounding headache. It was
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92 still pitch black, but it was now deathly silent. What had happened?
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93 Nothing was coming to mind. Everything was distant, like it had all
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94 been a dream that was quickly fading away. Perhaps that was all it
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95 had been. A horrible nightmare brought on by the stress of Tomoyo’s
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96 death and her own weakening relationship with her husband. A sad sigh
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97 escaped her lips as she shifted in bed. Good. She was home in bed. It
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98 had all been a bad dream after all. She could feel warm arms around
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99 her, naked skin against her own as they lay haphazardly under the
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100 sheets. She snuggled closer, holding on tightly herself. “Syaoran...”
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101 she whispered. She desperately wanted comfort right now, but at least
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102 she knew he was there, even if he was asleep. She buried her face
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103 against his shoulder and got a face full of long hair. It smelt of
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104 lilacs. That was strange. She couldn’t remember that scent before.
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105 Nor did she remember Syaoran’s hair being quite so long. Now that she
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106 thought about it, the body that was pressed firmly against her didn’t
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107 feel much like Syaoran’s either. Her bare leg moved up along the
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108 other figure’s long bare leg as Sakura’s confusion grew to a breaking
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109 point in her head. The body felt much softer, much more curvy than
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110 her husband’s. It also seemed smaller. Her leg finally stopped
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111 between the other figure’s legs. This wasn’t her husband at all. This
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112 was a woman.
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113 Sakura nearly fell out of bed after slipping away from the sleeping
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114 figure. What was going on here? How had she woken up naked in bed
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115 with another woman? None of this was making any sense. The person in
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116 bed should be her husband. If it had all just been a bad dream then
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117 she should have woken up to find herself at home in bed with him.
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118 Unless... It hadn’t been a nightmare at all, had it? Then her magic
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119 must have gone freakishly wrong to have her end up here. Noticing a
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120 discarded nightie on the floor, Sakura snagged it and quickly pulled
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121 it over her head. She dimly realized that it fit perfectly, as it if
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122 were her own even though she had never seen the garment before.
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123 Standing up silently in the dark room, Sakura waited for her eyes
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124 to adjust. The room she was in definitely wasn’t the one she shared
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125 with her husband. It looked elegantly decorated and beautifully done.
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126 Whoever had made up the room had done so with great care. There were
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127 long ethereal curtains around the bed that Sakura had slipped out of,
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128 obscuring the woman within. She was lying on her back, her long dark
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129 hair spread around her head on the pillow she was using. The sheet
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130 had been pulled mostly off of her from Sakura’s quick escape from the
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131 bed. She was obviously a very beautiful woman around Sakura’s age.
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132 But that still didn’t explain why they were sharing a bed. Especially
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133 in such an intimate way. Sakura’s cheeks flushed crimson as she
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134 covered herself with her arms self-consciously. What had her magic
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135 done?
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136 The woman on the bed stirred in her sleep, startling Sakura nearly
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137 to death before going back to her contented slumber. The Cardmistress
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138 let out a weary sigh of relief. Her curiosity began gnawing at her
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139 again. She had to know who the woman was and what was going on.
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140 Leaning forward, her fingers grasped onto the thin fabric of the bed
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141 curtains. Pulling them aside, Sakura squinted in the darkness, trying
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142 to make out the familiar face of the sleeping woman. Realization hit
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143 her with a sudden ferocity. “Tomoyo-chan!” she exclaimed in shock.
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144 The last she had seen of her was at the funeral. Her knees went weak
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145 at the sight, the body of her best friend stirring again after her
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146 sudden outburst. How could it be? Tomoyo was dead. She had seen her.
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147 There was no way... But she had used her magic to fix things. Had she
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148 saved Tomoyo?
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149 Yawning tiredly, the dark haired woman in question blinked up at
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150 the brunette who was leaning over her. A sleepy smile crossed her
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151 lips as she propped herself up on one elbow. She seemed unabashed
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152 about her nudity in front of Sakura. “Sakura’s up early. Did Bara-
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153 chan wake you up again? I still don’t know which of us she likes to
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154 wake up more often.”
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155 Sakura could do nothing but stare at the dark haired woman in front
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156 of her. This was all too much too quickly for her to understand.
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157 Tomoyo was back. And she was here for some reason. Or Sakura was
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158 there. One or the other. Had she called her Sakura and not Sakura-
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159 chan? She’d never heard that before. She barely heard what Tomoyo
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160 said. She only nodded weakly. Tomoyo’s hand reached out, stroking
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161 Sakura’s cheek lovingly. Sakura felt a dark blush creeping up on her
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162 cheeks as Tomoyo leaned up and kissed her. It was long and sweet, the
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163 pale woman taking her time to savor the kiss. It was very slow yet
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164 passionate, beginning to send a warm feeling through Sakura’s whole
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165 body. Wide eyed, she slumped back to her knees when the kiss finally
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166 finished, now even more confused than ever at what had happened.
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167 A giggle came from Tomoyo as she watched the bewildered woman on
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168 the floor near her. Sakura was always so cute, even when she was
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169 tired. “You should get back to sleep, Sakura. We have a big day
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170 tomorrow. If Bara-chan comes back in, I’ll take care of her,
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171 darling.” Taking Sakura by the hand gently, she pulled her back onto
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172 the bed next to her, snuggling close once more. She rested her head
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173 on Sakura’s chest, her long dark hair spilling across Sakura like a
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174 blanket.
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175 Sitting in shock, Sakura could do nothing but stare at the girl
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176 lying against her. Just what had she done with her magic? Things had
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177 changed quite a bit. And why had Tomoyo kissed her? Just what was
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178 going on? Sakura blushed deeply in the darkness, trying to sort past
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179 the knotted feelings inside of her. Tomoyo was back. That was the
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180 important thing. This time around she hadn’t killed herself. She was
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181 alive. And happy. Sakura wrapped her arms around Tomoyo protectively,
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182 prompting Tomoyo to snuggle closer. Sakura yawned, closing her eyes.
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183 After all of the stress and sudden shock, she passed out quickly.
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184
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185 “Mama?” a tiny voice meandered through Sakura’s head. It sounded
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186 distant, miles away. But it slowly became closer, more insistent. She
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187 felt a tug on her nightgown from small hands. “Mama?”
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188 Blinking tiredly, Sakura sat up in bed. Closing her jade eyes, she
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189 stretched, yawning. Last night sure had been... “Mama?” a small voice
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190 interrupted her thoughts, irrefutably nearby. Sakura’s eyes shot open
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191 suddenly. It hadn’t been a dream. Again. She was really here. With
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192 Tomoyo. And... “Bara-chan?” she asked curiously. The little girl
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193 smiled, happy to have her attention. Just who was the young lady? Was
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194 she Sakura’s daughter? Or Tomoyo’s? She and Syaoran had discussed
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195 children on occasion, but it had never happened. Was this Tomoyo’s
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196 daughter then? She had Tomoyo’s stormy blue eyes with dark brown hair
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197 down to her shoulders. “Mama, can you put these ribbons in my hair?”
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198 she asked sweetly, holding out a handful of green ribbons to Sakura.
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199 Sakura just stared at her for a minute, slowly taking the ribbons.
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200 Who’s daughter was she, then? This whole thing wasn’t making any
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201 sense. She decided to be more careful the next time she decided to
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202 use her magic to fix everything.
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203 A gentle giggle came from the other side of the room, drawing
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204 Sakura’s attention. Tomoyo was already dressed in a business outfit,
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205 her hair done up beautifully in braids. “You’re finally awake,
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206 Sakura. You must have been tired last night. I would have woken you
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207 up earlier, but I couldn’t bring myself to. You look so pretty when
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208 you sleep.” Looking back in the mirror as she finished adjusting her
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209 outfit, Tomoyo sighed dreamily.
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210 Sakura just sat in bed, clutching the sheets against her body. Her
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211 emerald eyes darted from the girl in front of her to Tomoyo and back.
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212 The little girl was still watching her patiently, her little hand
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213 holding the ribbons out to the dazed woman. Sakura found herself
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214 slowly reaching out for them, not quite aware of what she was doing.
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215 This pleased the younger girl who eagerly gave up the little fabric
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216 strips. The ribbons hung heavily in Sakura’s hand, practically
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217 demanding her full attentions. They were so much safer than
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218 contemplating what was going on. Beautiful lavender ribbons. They
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219 brought back memories of braiding Tomoyo’s hair, her fingers lost in
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220 Tomoyo’s lavender tresses. She didn’t notice the curious look that
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221 Bara was giving her, nostalgia replacing her confusion for the time
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222 being. The last she had seen of Tomoyo was at the funeral. It had
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223 been the single most painful event in her life. Nothing could have
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224 possibly prepared her for it. She still woke up crying at night, but
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225 there was no comfort in waking up. The nightmare had been very real.
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226 But this time, it was only a nightmare. Tomoyo was alive and well.
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227 She had the same bright, gorgeous smile that Sakura remembered her
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228 wearing so beautifully. She felt like she had finally been let out of
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229 a sealed coffin. Poisonous thoughts that had plagued her nearly every
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230 day since the dark haired woman’s suicide had left her feelings so
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231 tired and weak, always on the verge of collapse. But now she couldn’t
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232 even remember all of them, as if they had been nothing more than a
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233 dream. And for all intents and purposes, they were. She was the only
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234 one who could remember what had happened before she had fixed things.
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235 She still wasn’t sure exactly what she had fixed, but she was content
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236 in the knowledge that Tomoyo was still alive and well. She had needed
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237 her best friend terribly over the past few months and going on
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238 without her had been almost impossible. No, that wasn’t true. She had
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239 needed Tomoyo for much longer than the past few months. The past few
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240 years of her marriage. No, that wasn’t right either. She had needed
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241 her ever since she left for Hong Kong. Ever since she left Tomoyo.
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242 Tilting Sakura’s chin, Tomoyo gave her a petal soft kiss, savoring
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243 the wondrous feel of Sakura’s lips against her own. Even after all
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244 the years they had been together, she never got tired of the simple
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245 joys of living with the brunette. Her lips lingered on Sakura’s for a
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246 long moment, the warmth in her heart wrapping around her like a
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247 blanket. Her lithe fingers delicately stroked the bottom of Sakura’s
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248 chin as she finally pulled away, smiling happily as she did. “I’m
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249 going to check on breakfast. Don’t take too long, you two.”
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250 Sakura watched Tomoyo’s retreating form with wide eyes, her fingers
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251 lightly held against her lips. She was more awake now and the shock
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252 had had time to set in so she couldn’t just push it aside the way she
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253 had the night before. No, that wasn’t entirely the case. She was
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254 still most definitely shocked. But the idea of pushing this off was
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255 impossible. She was dense, but she wasn’t blind.
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256 “Mama?” Bara’s voice reached out again, taking a hold of Sakura’s
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257 thoughts and leading her back to the ribbons in her hand.
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258 “Oh... Hai, let me fix these for you,” Sakura said after a moment’s
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259 hesitation. Her voice came out surprisingly better than she would
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260 have thought, given the circumstances. While her fingers were busy
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261 with the ribbons in the little girl’s hair, her mind was still
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262 focussed a minute earlier on the kiss. It had felt so natural, so
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263 warm and loving. It was with some shock that she realized exactly
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264 what it was. The kiss of a couple that has had quite some time to
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265 grow completely comfortable with the other. Granted, Tomoyo kissed
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266 rather differently from Syaoran, more gentle and slow, but the basis
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267 was still there. The years were apparent in the kiss. Her shaking
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268 hands settled in her lap. Her eyes slowly began to scan the room. In
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269 the morning light it was much easier to see the room’s design. The
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270 room was very neat, everything seeming to accentuate everything else
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271 like a well designed costume. It was definitely Tomoyo’s doing. But
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272 at the same time, there were tell tale signs that she shared the
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273 room. Little stuffed animals at odd places, trinkets on the dresser,
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274 cluttered yet organized chaos lurking around the room. And most
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275 importantly, a picture of the two of them by the bedside, both in
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276 wedding gowns, along with numerous other pictures of the happy
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277 couple. Bara showed up in quite a few of them as well. Apparently
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278 Tomoyo still did an excellent job of documenting everything for
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279 posterity. And why wouldn’t she? If they were married then she had
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280 even more reason to be making her memorial videos and documenting
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281 Sakura’s life. Her loving and devoted wife. “Hoe...” Sakura slumped
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282 back on the bed, by now too lost in thought to notice the little girl
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283 mentioning that breakfast is probably ready or that she had already
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284 walked out the bedroom door. Just what had she changed? She was
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285 fairly certain that it was one specific thing, but how could it have
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286 had such drastic affects?
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287 “Sakura?” Tomoyo asked softly, startling Sakura from her thoughts.
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288 The pale woman was standing at their bedside. She had been watching
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289 the brunette for a minute or two now, but Sakura hadn’t noticed her
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290 arrival. Sakura was like a book to Tomoyo. Her favorite book, of
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291 course. Her feelings always came across perfectly, even when Sakura
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292 didn’t quite understand them. The years they had spent together had
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293 only made it easier to tell what Sakura was feeling. She could tell
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294 that Sakura was having trouble with something but she wasn’t sure if
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295 she should say anything yet. Sometimes offering a subtle hand made
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296 much more of a difference than a strong grasp. She was there for
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297 Sakura and her wife knew that. If Sakura didn’t want to say anything,
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298 then that was all right. Though it usually didn’t take long before
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299 Sakura told her whatever was on her mind. Sitting down next to the
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300 Cardmistress, Tomoyo placed her hand atop her wife’s, squeezing
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301 gently. “Are you all right?”
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302 Sakura couldn’t answer for a moment. All she could do was look at
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303 the dark haired woman, listening to her gentle voice, transfixed by
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304 her stormy blue eyes. Her free hand came up slowly of it’s own
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305 volition, the tips of her fingers tracing Tomoyo’s silken skin. Her
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306 fingers brushed through Tomoyo’s soft hair as they continued up along
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307 her cheek. Sakura’s heart had nearly stopped in her chest. “Tomoyo-
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308 chan!!” Sakura threw her arms around Tomoyo, holding onto her as
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309 tightly as she could, her body shaking as she buried her head in the
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310 crook of the dark haired woman’s neck. The reality of the situation
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311 hadn’t quite dawned on her until that moment. Until then, she had
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312 still been confused, lost in the situation presented before her. But
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313 now the how and what hardly mattered to her. Now that she was
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314 surrounded in Tomoyo’s presence, her soft, gentle touch, her warm
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315 skin, her intoxicating scent, it was all that mattered. “You’re
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316 really here... Oh, Tomoyo-chan!” Tears that Sakura thought she could
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317 no longer shed spilt down her cheeks, sliding down Tomoyo’s shoulder.
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318 Coherent thought was beyond her. There was merely a sea of emotions
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319 and she was Alice, riding through it all in a tiny jar, tossing and
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320 turning in the waves. She could feel Tomoyo’s hand lightly rubbing
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321 her back, the pale woman’s soft voice whispering reassurances in her
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322 ear. She cried even harder, clutching onto Tomoyo with all of her
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323 strength. “I won’t let you go again, Tomoyo-chan... I won’t...” she
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324 sobbed weakly.
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325 “I wouldn’t dream of going anywhere without you, Sakura,” Tomoyo
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326 whispered comfortingly. She gently brushed Sakura’s hair from her
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327 damp eyes with her free hand, still stroking Sakura’s back with the
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328 other. What had started as a small concern in her mind had suddenly
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329 turned into a blaring alarm. Something was definitely wrong. A
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330 nightmare, perhaps? No, Sakura usually woke her up when she had
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331 nightmares, wanting her to tell her it would be all right. Whatever
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332 this was, it was affecting Sakura immensely. The brunette was acting
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333 as if she had died. The possibility of magic was open, but aside from
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334 the magician’s library she had insisted on adding to the house for
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335 Sakura and the occasions that Sakura would use magic when it was just
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336 the two of them, the Cardmistress hadn’t had to deal with any real
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337 magical crisis for years. But now wasn’t the time to pursue it. Right
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338 now she just wanted to take away Sakura’s pain. The cause could wait
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339 until later. Pulling away ever so slightly, Tomoyo leaned down and
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340 began to kiss away Sakura’s salty tears one at a time, her hands
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341 resting on the brunette’s shoulders. Sakura could only look back at
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342 her with watery jade eyes that tugged at Tomoyo’s heart. ‘Oh, Sakura-
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343 chan... I’m so sorry. You should never have to look out at the world
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344 with such sad eyes. I’ll do anything to make that pain go away.’
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345 Sakura sniffled as Tomoyo kept kissing away the last of her tears.
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346 Her body still shook though she had finally quit crying. She watched
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347 Tomoyo the entire time, her eyes following the sweet motions and the
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348 concerned yet reassuring look on the dark haired woman’s face.
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349 Tomoyo’s soft lips remained on her skin for a few seconds at a time,
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350 lingering on each little tear drop before miraculously whisking it
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351 away and moving to the next. Each kiss soothed Sakura’s weary mind,
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352 like bandages for her soul. It was nice. Warm. Loving. The tumultuous
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353 sea of emotion that had risen up around her like a tsunami slowly
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354 began to calm into a peaceful, serene ocean with Tomoyo at it’s
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355 center. She had reached out for her, pulling her away from the
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356 shipwreck she had found herself lost in. Just like Tomoyo always had.
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357 Her kisses continued across Sakura’s warm cheeks, trailing the last
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358 of her tears. Sakura moved her head to the side, her eyes finally
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359 closing. Her lips met Tomoyo’s, Sakura’s last tear dripping past her
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360 chin, forgotten. Sakura felt her whole body still as she kissed her
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361 best friend. She didn’t know quite why. Tomoyo’s kisses had been
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362 coursing through her bit by bit. She wanted to feel them... Needed to
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363 feel them, to know that they were there. That Tomoyo was alive and
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364 well. In her arms. She kissed Tomoyo softly at first, but found
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365 herself eagerly complying as Tomoyo began to kiss her more
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366 passionately. She couldn’t remember what was the dream anymore. She
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367 only knew this moment. There was so much she wanted to tell Tomoyo
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368 but had never had the chance to. And now that she was, Sakura found
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369 herself in tears even thinking about all the things she wanted to
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370 say. But this felt like the perfect way to get across all of the
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371 nuances in her heart. Finding out that they were married had come as
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372 a huge shock to Sakura. It had never crossed her mind before that
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373 such a thing would have ever been possible. But now it didn’t seem to
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374 matter. Her lips parted slightly and for a brief moment she felt
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375 Tomoyo’s tongue dancing with her own. The rest of the ice in her
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376 heart melted. It was delightfully sensuous, insanely slow. The dark
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377 haired girl kept drawing out the moment, kissing Sakura with a gentle
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378 intensity that shook off the painful bonds that had shackled Sakura’s
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379 heart.
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380 Relaxing into the kiss, Tomoyo allowed herself to stop worrying
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381 herself to death for the time being. Yes, this was certainly her
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382 beloved Sakura. Whatever the problem was, she would help the brunette
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383 with it if it reared up again. For now, she wanted to bathe her in
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384 the love that filled her heart near bursting. Sakura’s kiss had been
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385 hesitant at first, unsure of herself. But it had quickly grown to the
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386 wonderful breathless kisses that had marked some of their most
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387 treasured moments together. Sakura’s arms slowly wrapped around her
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388 neck as they continued kissing. Tomoyo leaned into Sakura, enjoying
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389 the warm feeling of their bodies pressed together. For the dark
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390 haired woman, kissing Sakura, or just being with Sakura for that
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391 matter, was like being out in a shower of Sakura petals, each one a
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392 piece of her beloved’s heart raining down about her. It was the
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393 purest joy, the deepest happiness. And it only fed her limitless love
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394 for the woman in her arms. “I love you,” Tomoyo whispered. “With all
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395 my heart.”
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396 “I love you, too, Tomoyo-cha... Tomoyo.” Sakura smiled softly. It
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397 was a small, genuine smile. Yes, that other place, that dark place
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398 must have been a dream. A nightmare. It was all fading as quickly as
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399 one. How could she have gotten so worked up over a bad dream like
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400 that? Tomoyo was alive. Tomoyo was hers. They had a beautiful
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401 daughter and a wonderful life together. There was no reason to
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402 indulge in nightmares any longer. “I love you, too.”
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