Disclaimer: Naruto is not mine.
"Can you hear my heartbeat, the sound of your death?
rising fast, then,
falling suddenly short.
ends in a drizzle of rain, starting with thunder. (You saved me,
but then i killed you in cold blood)"
The snow falls. Small droplets of white cascade in soft motions, falling into the fold of his black hair. He's leaning against the bark of the tree, sitting on the grass with his half crossed legs stretching out. The wind blows, swaying his dark yukata to reveal parts of his pale skin.
The cold prickles his skin, but he can't feel it. Not anymore. Not since she left, and his life feels like a piece of shattered glass. Again. Nothing feels right anymore. The pieces, too much and too fragile to put together. (Why do they all leave?)
A memory creeps at the edges of his mind and the left stump of his arm burns. He shivers, and it has nothing to do with the cold.
Her strands of vibrant pink hair tickled him as she leaned heavily on him. He could her pulse gradually fading, with each moment passing.
Just like the others; she's going to leave him. (Why!?)
He can still remember that day, vividly. Even though, it's been two years.
His fingers had run over her face, scarlet and purple eyes glowing, etching each part of her, burning it to memory.
Her skin felt cold, as he ran his fingers over her forehead, then, ran over her small thin nose, over closed eyes, lingering her flushed cheeks before he stopped at her plump lips.
She was barely breathing.
His breath shakes, a breathless laugh, ragged and uneven. And he's gasping for oxygen. Another memory overlaps. He standing behind and the familiar crackle of Chidori resonates as he brings it too close to her heart. Too close. The sound of bird chirping ringing in his ear.
His arm stump aches. It's sometimes like times like this, that he can feel a phantom limb. And it's suffocating. All he wants to do is rip it apart. (Like his eyes)
"Sakura," His voice is hoarse as utters her name. Her name tastes bitter at the tip of his tongue. As if he can still feel her touch.
A weak, fragile hand feathered at his cheek. He glanced down at her half open eyes, his forehead resting on her.
Emerald jaded-green eyes looked up at him full of unshed tears and underlying sadness. She didn't say a word. He didn't say a word.
Instead, the corners of her lips lifted.
How could she smile in that situation like that?
Her smile stretched, her eyes creasing in fond, as she vainly tried to move closer to him.
He dipped his head lower; his breath hovered over hers, a second before, their lips met in a slow ache. His arm wrapped around her waist. Her breath melting in his mouth. Bittersweet and sour.
Even though it's winter, he feels like he's burning; the individual flakes of snow trickle across his pale skin, leaving a trail of blistering burns.
Then, just like how the Sakura leaves fluttered in the wind, she fell limp in his body, without no warning. And suddenly, it's cold.
Even though, it was summer.
Even though it's winter, it feels like he is a ravaging pit of hot flames. And it's tearing him apart.
God, this was so angsty, (almost) feel sorry to pull sasuke through it.
