She smiled softly as she felt skilled and delicate fingers move through her long, jet black hair.
She had missed this during the war and the time after it.
How could she have forgotten where she belonged?
This was home to her.
Her home was with Amelia.
Sakura felt safe in her friend's arms.
She pulled her smaller body closer to the wonderful source of heat that she was curled up against.
She couldn't stop smiling even if she wanted to.
"We can't have what we had before, can we?" Amelia's loud voice was quieter for once.
Sakura stared in to the American's blue eyes.
"I can't do that to you." Sakura's sweet voice seemed to drift away.
"I did worse to you; some heroine, I am. I can't even protect the one I love." Amelia seemed to curse her very own existence.
"I forced you to." Sakura admitted, and brushed away her friend's tears.
She pressed closer to her to kiss her; it was soft and sweet.
Amelia's arms clasped tighter around the smaller woman, making Sakura feel safer.
Amelia pulled away from the kiss first.
Sakura stared at her, "I made you join; I shouldn't have done that."
"That was hell for me to do all of that to you." Amelia confessed to her friend.
"Me too." Sakura admitted before she stood up.
She didn't want to be too tempted to continue kissing her beloved friend.
Amelia stared helplessly at her older friend.
"Thank you for showing up everyday after that awful war even if I refused to see you." Sakura thanked her friend.
"I should've been your hero." Amelia muttered in defeat.
"You were in those days." Sakura told her ex-lover.
"I was the one to hurt you." Amelia admitted.
"You were also the one to take care of me, and repair my country." Sakura smiled at her.
"I nearly killed you!" Amelia's voice raised a couple of octaves with those words.
Sakura smiled sadly before she wrapped her arms around her American friend.
"I love you." Sakura kissed her, hoping to comfort the guilty American.
