Commencement
Word count: 422
Series/Pairing: Naruto / Sasusaku
Rating: K+
Summary: One cries when something ends.
Dedicated to psychedelicaya
It was not enough to use an entire day to say goodbye, much less to say it in two minutes.
You were standing in the middle of the elegant front seats. There was the chaotic toss of rope-tied, dark hats up in the air. The whole compound was filled with ear-splitting cheers and mechanical camera whirrs.
It was totally filled with shouts of laughter and cries of joy.
So you wonder why you can still hear her sobs even if she was standing a meter away from you.
Her light auburn locks, which she curled painstakingly for hours earlier, were now matted against her drenched cheeks. Her hands were crumpling that hard-earned paper against her chest, soaking it with her tears.
You walked slowly towards her, as her delicate frame trembled, making the dark coat over her body slightly slip over her shoulder, exposing a crimson cloth underneath.
Why are you crying? You ask, as your fingers arranged the slipping robe. Startled green-doe gaze looked at you, astonished.
It's graduation. She simply answered. One cries when something ends.
Silly girl. You grunted, annoyed that she was (again) crying over childish things. It's not the end of the world.
Your voice wanted to tremble, even slightly, because she was scrunching her face in an unexplained grimace. You needed to say it now, to end it here. Her tight fist now wiped her eyes angrily, smearing that glittering eye shadow on her lids.
Why are you so indifferent? Her voice shrieked, as she cannot really make anything out of her words clearly without screaming. We are not going to see each other! Don't you understand?
You clearly understood. It meant there would be no more nights of trying to figure out her intriguing oddities. No one who would amuse you with her foolish antics in order to catch your attention. No one who could stand up with such a hard backbone against everyone and yet manage to look so fragile in your eyes. There would be no ridiculously, crazily obsessive (pretty) woman who would follow you up to the ends of the earth, wasting your precious time, only to discover that she was only going to smile at you.
Am I supposed to say goodbye? You cocked a slim, dark eyebrow.
She growled, irritated at your nonchalance.
But she easily forgets. It is typical for this (your) impractical woman to forget.
So when you grabbed her arm grudgingly (tenderly) to place her head on your chest, and murmured that she looked annoying with mascara stains all over her face, you meant to say that goodbyes are not meant to be forever.
Written: 2007-04-14
Revised: 2007-10-28