(the outline is faint, barely visible for syaoran to see even with his magic capabilities. but the image is clear enough for syaoran to tell this is sakura's mother, clearly still watching over her family, even after all this time.
he's too stunned to answer, his eyes wide and mouth barely ajar, as if he wants to answer her support to him, but he just can't find the words. within moments, however, nadeshiko is gone, and the silence is replaced with sakura's bright and cheery voice.
it snaps him out of his trance as he turns to her, eyes still wide with disbelief of what he just witnessed.
and then it hits him.
syaoran is lucky. he still has sakura here with him, every day they get to go to school together, every day they face challenges and hardships, and it's terrifying not being able to help her as much as he once did. and he's hit with it now more than ever, but he wants to protect her. waking up one day to find her gone isn't something he would ever heal from.
he remains motionless for a moment, before ignoring the vase in front of her mother's photo entirely, rushing over to wrap his arms tightly around sakura. one arm wraps around her waist to bring her close, the other resting at her head, feeling the cute hairstyle he's always thought suited her perfectly.
syaoran never wants to lose this. he can never lose this.)
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he's too stunned to answer, his eyes wide and mouth barely ajar, as if he wants to answer her support to him, but he just can't find the words. within moments, however, nadeshiko is gone, and the silence is replaced with sakura's bright and cheery voice.
it snaps him out of his trance as he turns to her, eyes still wide with disbelief of what he just witnessed.
and then it hits him.
syaoran is lucky. he still has sakura here with him, every day they get to go to school together, every day they face challenges and hardships, and it's terrifying not being able to help her as much as he once did. and he's hit with it now more than ever, but he wants to protect her. waking up one day to find her gone isn't something he would ever heal from.
he remains motionless for a moment, before ignoring the vase in front of her mother's photo entirely, rushing over to wrap his arms tightly around sakura. one arm wraps around her waist to bring her close, the other resting at her head, feeling the cute hairstyle he's always thought suited her perfectly.
syaoran never wants to lose this. he can never lose this.)