Disclaimer:I don't Naruto
This time was different.
A twenty-year-old Sakura sat on her bed listening to the silences of the night. In front of her were a photo, a small bottle and a plane purple notebook. She picked up the book and began to write.
I did love him… I do love him. People use to say it was just a child hood crush. Now they say its obsession but there wrong. I know what I feel. And I know what love is. I have loved many people in my live but know quite the way I loved him. I've tried to forget him. To leave his memory in the past, where I know it belongs. It's not as easy as you would think.
I know I loved him. I know I love him. Only love could break a heart in to a million pieces. Only love can cut this deep. I tell them I'm over it but they know I'm lying. Especially Nartuo. He tries so hard to bring him back but it's no use. You can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved. And even if we could drag him back he'd be forced to live a life he doesn't want. He'd hate use. He'd hate use more. He'd leave again. He'd leave me again.
I know it's sad but I still watched the village gates a night. Part of me is hoping he'll wake back in. the way he walked out. Why would he? There's nothing left for him here. At least nothing he wants. But maybe, he'll come back. One day. He never said good-bye.
It's stupid of me to put all my hope on that. Every night I sit up and watch the gates. I see teams leaving and returning form missions. Every so often there the one member the was sent ahead or stayed behind. When I see the sole ninja I lose all logic and common sense. I know it couldn't possibly be him but for a split second. I wished so hard. Waited so long. I believe it's him.
I forget he left. I forget the sleepless nights and endless tears. I forget I wasn't good enough to take along. For a moment my heart is whole and wounds are healed. And… And… Then it the truth hits and the washes over me.
I've tried to let him go. He walked out on use. On me. Left me crying in tears and didn't bother to look back. Not once.
We don't matter to him. I don't matter. But I can't let him go. I've tried. Believe me, I've tried. But its no use as long as my heart is beating it's his.
I loved him but he didn't love me. I don't think he ever liked me. I love him and I will until the end.
She looked at the photo in front of her. She called it first ones: Team seven in the beginning. It included all four members. One glaring. One scowling. One smiling. Above the three young ones there was as man. The man could have pass for someone sleeping had he not been standing. Every member of team seven had this pitcher. And for a moment she wondered if he had taken it along.
I can't keep hoping for the impossible. He chose revenge of use. He chose to hate and live in the past. I can't. My heart is his and will be until the end.
She opened the bottle of pills and swallowed them dry. She felt her body fighting but she forced them to stay down. She looked down at her paper and wrote.
Until now…
Her vision blurred and the world around her began to fade. The bright light the filled her room slowly went out. The brilliant hues that covered walls blended into dull dead darkness. Fear consumed her but in the darkness there was small orb of pulsing light. The glow it emitted was dull but grow brighter with each pulse. There was someone in the light reaching out to her. She wouldn't let her mind believe it. Not again.
"Are you coming or not?"
It is him. Only he could show concern in such a rube manner. Only he could -
"You side you wanted to go." Only he could pull her out of this darkness. "I'm leaving." He started to walk away but this time he looked back. This time was different.