"Sumimasen, Sasuke-san..." She lowered her head, allowing her wispy, silver hair to fall and cover her watery grey eyes. "I didn't know." She stood up and moved forward from where she sat, so that she could comfort her (former) best friend. He was cross, as usual, and pushed her away.
"I don't need your sympathy," he spat, turning his back on her and walking away. She stood there, her thoughts reeling...
Cool, calm, cold...
Anyone could take his tone for face value, but she knew him better...
Angry, indifferent...
That's what everyone else saw.
Betrayed, hurt, scared...
That was what she could see. In those cold onyx orbs, she saw something that not many others did. She saw a hurt, scared little boy. A little boy who, slave to his memories, wished to forget, but couldn't. In these observations, her deepest wish was hidden. She wanted him to be happy again. She wanted to see that friendly smile light up his face. She wanted things to go back to the way they were. But she knew that they wouldn't. That's what killed her inside. That all these things were happening to him, and she could do nothing to ease the pain that he felt he should bear alone. 'If only I could turn back time.'

So you come along,
I push you away,
then kick and scream for you to stay...

He was leaving. She knew why. She knew she couldn't stop him. She also knew one thing: she didn't care anymore. If he left, fine by her. Let him betray the village and get killed. He wasn't the same person... and anyone else could tell you that neither was she. She wouldn't blindly hope for something that wouldn't happen, no matter how much she wished it.

She heard a soft sound at her door. On the other side of the door, he paced. Hesitant, impatient, and desperate, he waited. She opened the door just enough so she could peek out.
"What do you want?" Childish curiosity mixed with bitterness lingered in her voice, and in her eyes.
He took a breath. "I'm leaving the village." Bored indifference took over her expression.
"I know. So?"
"I wanted to say goodbye." His eyes, pained... just like then, only, not so much the same. It wasn't betrayal. It looked like... "I'm going to go now."
As he turned to leave, she grabbed his wrist. "That's not all you wanted to say, was it?" she whispered softly, her calm, grey orbs looking into his.
"Yes."
'Don't lie.'
"Well, I guess that's it, then. Goodbye, and good luck, Sasuke." She let go of his wrist, and his hand lingered in hers. He took one last look at her before he left.
"Goodbye." His voice, his eyes, his face... there was pain. She twisted her shoulder-length silver hair and thought about it... heartbreak. That's what it was. She watched him walk away slowly, with heavy, reluctant steps.
"I love you, too, Sasuke," she whispered softly to no one but the wind.
But, of course, he knew that already.

'Cause I need someone to help me sew them,
I need someone to help me fill them,
I need someone to help me close them up...