He needed to touch her, to feel she was real. She needed to be touched. Neither moved a muscle. It had been a year. A year since she'd joined the army medical forces. A year since they had said their goodbyes. Now, she had come back to him. The background faded until it was just them, standing, staring. He looked at her, numbly noting everything from the speck of dirt on her cheek to the small hearts on her shoe laces. She stared back, mouth twitching at the sight of his unruly hair.

She broke out of the moment first and gave him a tentative smile.

"Hi, Sasuke-kun."

And that was when he realised she was really there. Not a fantasy, but actually standing outside his doorway, bags in hand.

"Sakura."

So many emotions into one word. So many days of missing her. Worrying about her. Wanting her. Needing her. And there she was, still smiling at him, loving eyes gazing into his.

Wordlessly, he moved back into their apartment and she followed, still feeling the shock of being home. He took her bags and set them by the wall. When he turned back to look at her he remembered his anger at her leaving. His feeling of betrayal. But none of that was important anymore. She was back and that was all that mattered.