I miss them.
We were always together. We trained together, we had fights together, we worked together, and we even spent Christmas together. We understood each other. We all knew the pain of being alone. We all knew how much it hurt to be stuck in that dark pit of hell, how much it hurt to be ignored or looked at with eyes that were filled with hatred or disinterest. We all wanted to be acknowledged by one another. We protected each other because we were friends.
But then he left.
He left with a look of regret in his eyes, so I knew we had to get him back home. He also thanked her which made it obvious that he had so any things going through his mind that he didn't understand what he was doing. He didn't understand how much he had hurt us. We both met up every morning by the bench next to the path that lead out of the village. We both cried and stood there for hours on end waiting for him to come back with that smirk on his face. We waited and waited, for months we waited until we finally realised that he wouldn't come back on his own. So we trained together, we trained so much that we exhausted our chakra and became regular visitors to the hospital. We would watch the sunset from the bench in the evenings, just in case he did come. But of course he didn't.
When I left I trained hard. And every hour of the day I thought of ways to get him back and I tried to imagine his return. And when I got back I realised that Sakura had trained hard too. She had become a lot like grandma Tsunade. She was strong and pretty and had grown a bit in height too. She doesn't cry all the time anymore, she doesn't act like the little clever girl who called me one of her boys anymore. She has become a flower, but I miss the old her. She didn't need protection any more, but I protect her anyway. She is my friend so I have to protect her; I have to make sure she is alive and well so that she can be there when he returns. So that her dull eyes will be bright like they are in that photo. I, no WE, have to get stronger. We have to ignore that dark pit and focus on bringing him back. Even if we die trying, we have to bring him back with our own hands and see him smirk again through our own, bright eyes. Because if we don't, we will be stuck in that dark, lonely pit of hell, still waiting for him by that bright hopeful bench. We have to bring him back.
Sasuke.
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