I feel so guilty...I wrote this the day after I finished Bus Stop, but I decided to rewrite it a few days later. Which turned into a month. And when I looked at it again today, I concluded that I could've posted this version in the first place.

Anyway, here's the epilogue. Sorry for the wait! It's a little rushed, but I hope it doesn't disappoint...

Edit: To my Anonymous reviewer (labelled Guest)...thank you so much. I really appreciate your feedback, and I'm glad you enjoyed it! But I decided to upload an epilogue anyway xD I suppose the first chapter could be treated as independent though...

Disclaimer: I don't own CCS and/or any of its characters.

Bus Stop: Epilogue


Sakura smiled for yet another photo, while trying to ignore the shower of confetti that was threatening to drown her. Her brother held out a present, which she attempted to take, but he pulled it out of the way before she had the chance and held it high above her head.

"Still a small kaijuu, but a kaijuu nonetheless," he taunted. Sakura pouted and her family and friends laughed as she jumped over and over again, trying to grab it from his hands. Eventually she gave up and stepped on his foot, causing him to drop it immediately with a howl of pain.

"That's my present, onii-chan!"

"Fine, you earned it. Happy birthday, little sister."

He ruffled her hair and she grinned, looking at everyone around her. Her smile faltered for a fraction of a second, but she ignored it (as well as the nagging voice at the back of her mind) and said:

"Thank you all for coming!"

With a sigh, Sakura closed the photo album and returned to staring at the fireplace. 'That was nearly seven months ago,' she thought. 'I was happy to be with my friends and family, and I had so much fun, but…he wasn't there.'

"You said you'd come to my birthday party," she said aloud. Her voice wavered a little. "I thought…that it was a promise."

A few days later, there was a knock on the door. Sakura ran down the steps just as Toya was inching towards the door. He heard her footsteps and turned around.

"It's probably for you," he declared, and walked back to the dining table, muttering something about a doorbell. She shook her head and opened the door. Nobody was there. Puzzled, she moved to close the door when she noticed something on the doorstep. It was a piece of paper. Now even more confused, she picked it up. "April Fools'!" was scrawled on it in large handwriting.

Sakura raised an eyebrow. 'But…it's November,' she told herself. 'Who-'

Only then did she notice a hooded figure standing outside the front gate. Normally she would have stayed away, but something seemed familiar about him and there was no mistaking it.

He was wearing the scarf she had given to Syaoran.

"Could it be…?." She stepped forward, nearly slipping on the icy path. The figure heard the sound and turned around, fixing his hooded gaze on her. Treading carefully, she made her way towards the gate and whispered, "Syaoran…is that you?"

He pulled his hood off and she found herself staring into the same amber eyes that she had not seen in almost a year. Her eyes began to sting, but she ignored them.

"So you didn't forget me this time," he said with a smile.

She could not tell if it was his voice or his smile that finally hit her. Tears began to flow down her cheeks and she stood rooted to the spot, unable to move. Without hesitation, he strode past the gate and pulled her into his arms.

"Still a crybaby…" he muttered, stroking her hair gently. Sakura choked back a sob. They stood there for a long time, until Syaoran spoke.

"I went back home…to see my family." He paused to see if she was listening, then continued. "They forgave me for running away, and welcomed me home. I was put in charge of my father's company. That's why it took me so long before I could finally come back."

"I…missed you," she finally murmured into his shoulder. "I-I never wanted you to leave, but it was the right thing to say. I wanted you to be happy."

He pulled back and looked her in the eyes. "I missed you too, Sakura," he told her sincerely. "I cannot thank you enough. You returned my family to me; you convinced me to go back."

"Did you come back here…to thank me?"

Syaoran nodded, and took a deep breath. "Yes, and also-" He looked away, his face turning pink.

She blushed in response, but before he could say anything, she shook her head.

"I love you," she stated plainly. He gaped. With a soft laugh, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him again.

"Don't be so surprised," she told him. "I felt the same back then, and I do now, too." With a dramatic sigh, he placed his arms around her and pulled her closer without a word.

After a few moments, she sneezed. Syaoran pulled back slightly and raised an eyebrow.

"Uh…it's cold," she sniffled, looking up at him with watery eyes. Smirking, he pulled off his scarf and wrapped it around her neck.

"You need it more than I do, since you're so delicate after all."

She slapped his arm. "I am NOT delicate!" she managed to say before sneezing again. He chuckled and took her hand. "Let's get you inside," he offered with a small smile. She nodded and they walked back towards her house, hand-in-hand.

"By the way…" he whispered so that only she could hear. "I love you too."

The End

Now doesn't this ending seem a little familiar...?

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