Sakura suddenly realizes that she is always the sidekick of everyone else.
Even now, the moment for her to shine like the only star in the night sky, she is still thrown into the shade by the great and marvellously, spectacularly luminous Moon.
There has been a couple of times where her mind whirls, intensely. As if it had became rebellious and, with a hunger for a revolution, it slaps her with jarring and stinging torment of regret and reproaches her with feebleness, letting go of chances of a lifetime, which could have changed her life (of deadlock, she might add), made her a dream of everyone.
At times like that, she would automatically come to her so-called best friend: the Heart, being a very sage one. You could say that it is the one who she trusts implicitly, like the way a child cuddles in its mother's cherished arms, believing that she is what people call the world. The Heart would hug her with all of its vitality, comfort her with unconditional love and defend her from the exhausting life - even from her cruel secondary friend named the Reason - with reasons that are weirdly convincing in a terrifying way.
Sometimes, she herself finds those reasons so... incomplete, and partly tragic that if those were a solid entity, they would be no more than just a useless fragment, or a piteously dying animal whose flesh is tortured by fatal wounds. Nevertheless, miraculously, those make her (and perhaps everybody, who knows?) feel so real, so justified. Somehow they become imprescriptible and ultimate amongst the most supreme power of human being.
Inevitably, the Reason wouldn't hesitate to humiliate the Heart filled with compassion, insult her relentlessly for the enough idiocy she has to always allow herself feel deeply pathetic and victimized. But the Heart is just doing her job, fulfills the mission because of which she exists, functions the exact way that she was created to, and Sakura has the utter belief in her selection of soul mate, regardless of the uncontrollable fury that is willing to erupt like a volcano out of her skull/body of the Reason.
And thus she dims the unnecessary gleaming light projecting from herself, contracts and conceals herself behind the curtain of darkness, with humility.
In the end, she is just a faded star, a slave for emotion, the supporting role in a comedy of humiliation ("Just a supporting, dispensable role", she thinks to herself, bitterly but is satisfied, or at least she supposes so).
Supposes.
And the truth being right before eyes, visible even to the blind, cannot possibly be any more obvious.
Her being people's momentum, giving them favour to shine brightly on her own stage, where the protagonist is supposed to be her, is eternal.
And the two Heart and Reason are no exception.