Those are words that Sakura's been telling herself today now that she's managed to catch her breath from it all. She couldn't take it. All of it. The murder, the execution... how they could have wound up voting for someone innocent. Her breath stilled and she couldn't bear to watch. None of it is fair.
They should have all been able to go home together. And now there's just twenty of them left.
You know, it's kind of funny, how things go. Not to mention what today's date is. The end of March. It's the day before Sakura's birthday. Ironic, isn't it, that this date will always leave a sour taste in her mouth and make her feel horrendously sick to her stomach. She doesn't even know if she can eat, much less do anything.
Even though she probably should avoid it, she's at one of the benches in the park -- head down but she's in tears. She hasn't cried at all since the murder and now she's just letting it all out, tears streaming down her cheeks, musing aloud to herself.]
Lovepon-san... and even Mira-san, who did horrible things... they both didn't deserve this. They didn't deserve to die. It's horrible, it's really horrible...!!
[And she hates it so much. She wishes that Syaoran were here to comfort her, but she's very much aware that it isn't going to happen.]
If only I was stronger, I would have been able to stop this. I'm sure of it.
[Maybe if she could turn back time, she'd be able to. But then she remembers the words that her mother said to her — and she shakes her head. She can't do something like that, can she?]
I don't want to be here anymore... I want to see Syaoran-kun again. I want everything to be alright again.
cw: slight clear card spoilers
Those are words that Sakura's been telling herself today now that she's managed to catch her breath from it all. She couldn't take it. All of it. The murder, the execution... how they could have wound up voting for someone innocent. Her breath stilled and she couldn't bear to watch. None of it is fair.
They should have all been able to go home together. And now there's just twenty of them left.
You know, it's kind of funny, how things go. Not to mention what today's date is. The end of March. It's the day before Sakura's birthday. Ironic, isn't it, that this date will always leave a sour taste in her mouth and make her feel horrendously sick to her stomach. She doesn't even know if she can eat, much less do anything.
Even though she probably should avoid it, she's at one of the benches in the park -- head down but she's in tears. She hasn't cried at all since the murder and now she's just letting it all out, tears streaming down her cheeks, musing aloud to herself.]
Lovepon-san... and even Mira-san, who did horrible things... they both didn't deserve this. They didn't deserve to die. It's horrible, it's really horrible...!!
[And she hates it so much. She wishes that Syaoran were here to comfort her, but she's very much aware that it isn't going to happen.]
If only I was stronger, I would have been able to stop this. I'm sure of it.
[Maybe if she could turn back time, she'd be able to. But then she remembers the words that her mother said to her — and she shakes her head. She can't do something like that, can she?]
I don't want to be here anymore... I want to see Syaoran-kun again. I want everything to be alright again.