(she wanted to be somebody, not just…)
Sakura shuddered as the wind whipped her body. It was late; not terribly, but late enough to be colder with the sun down. She just got off of her dreadfully long shift at the hospital and was slowly making her way back to her apartment.
Her parents had bought her an apartment when she turned 17, since she was old enough to live on her own.
(she still hoped for something cliché, like a fairytale where the handsome prince feel in love with the beautiful princess… but she knew things like fairytales and true love didn't exist)
"Oi, you'll catch cold if you stand out here for too long." That voice.
Sakura smiled slightly. It didn't reach her eyes, but it was loving nonetheless. Warm hands encompassed hers and she turned around. Black (sharp, cold, indifferent) eyes reached her own.
(an euphoria, where there was no death, no hard feelings, no broken hearts)
"Yeah," she leaned into the body that was emanating heat, her glossy pink locks brushing the tip of Sasuke's nose.
Naruto and Hinata were waving to them from across the street—
("Hey, lovebirds! Get over here!"
"…! Naruto-kun!")
And she laughs, and thinks that maybe this isn't all so bad, that maybe
(perfect worlds, beautiful castles, pretty princesses, and courtly princes weren't all they were cut out to be.)
Sakura were fragile flowers, flowers that couldn't last long, that had a tragically short lifespan—but this flower: Haruno Sakura, was going to live her life long with her anti-heroes and non-damsels and her almost-but-not euphoria, and that, she thinks, is just enough.
(even though fairytales and true love don't exist, she's got reality, and dreams, and herself, and that maybe, just maybe… she is somebody, and that's all she needs.)
A/N: Okay, I wrote this a long time ago, and I just decided to upload it. It's actually my first fanfic/one-shot/whatever. I think the idea is cliche, but I like it. Anyway, please review!