Summary: She hadn't known he was there, that day. She didn't know he could see her, in another man's arms. She didn't know she had ruined his life. And she couldn't possibly know what she had done to seemingly alter the universe. [SasuIno] [SasuSaku] [SasuHina]
A/N: A song I love inspired this entire story. The Honorary Title : Everything I Once Had. Sad song, awesome inspiration.
Two Wrongs Make A Right
Prequel
Author: Alley-Oop
Beta'd By: xpeekaboo
Sasuke had never alluded himself with thoughts of romance. He never daydreamed of finding the perfect woman and then wooing her into giving him her heart. He knew things as trivial as women were not so easily tamed, and he did not believe in love at first sight. It wasn't logical. How could one love someone at first sight? One did not know anything at all about a person simply by glancing at them. It was a ridiculous notion that he quickly labeled "incorrect" and filed away in his brain, where it was soon to be absorbed and then forgotten.
All these things Sasuke believed, and he believed them fervently right up until he had met her in that subway station. He remembered it so clearly, yet some parts were so vague: he had been sitting on the bench, his hands empty, watching everyone else exchanging bouquets or tucking away cards they had received. His own bouquet was lying on the ground next to him, ruined. Petals decorated the gray, pocked ground. There may have been tears in his eyes – that detail was unclear, and perhaps it was even so shameful that he had blocked it from his memory. He would never know.
Not unless she told him. Then he would have to live with whatever knowledge she loaned him, whether he had been crying or not.
And he remembered pain. So much pain. He could recall feeling his heart pounding in his chest, feeling as if it had been splitting open and throwing all of its contents out onto the filthy cement, at the public's mercy. He remembered how terrified he had been. Never had he been so vulnerable; never before had anyone seen him break down. Not since his brother had died. He remembered that breathing was hard, so hard, and that his chest felt constricted. The walls closed down around him, the noises deafened him, and the lights blinded him. There was too much going on, but not enough to distract him. He remembered how alone he had felt, and also how out of control and just petrified. He had wanted to scream, but couldn't find the oxygen or the energy.
And that was when she came, a savior in his time of darkness and a dove to signify the end of the flood…
A/N: Any good? Continue? Yes, no? (This is multipchapted, in case anyone was wondering.)
Happy Valentine's Day!!!