She had found him by accident.
Maybe that was it, truly.
Maybe it was an accident.
Maybe it was fate.
Maybe it was just coincidence.
Neither of them knew for sure, but she had found him, alone, like always.
He hadn't even looked up as she approached, hadn't tried to stop the tears from flowing.
Sakura sat beside him on the grass, her arms wrapping around him as he stared at the memorial stone, mismatched eyes staring into an unseen reality from which his long lost friend, loved ones, watched him and smiled.
He cried into her arms, tears glistening on his cheeks as she held him close, her own tears forming as she too read the names engraved on the headstone.
They held each other as they cried.
There connection, their bond, was much deeper than before.
Now, they both shared the same loss, the same pain.
All of their loved ones were dead.
They had nothing left.
Except each other.