A/N: Well, I was obsessed with Toradora when I wrote this one :p
I hope you guys enjoy and please REVIEW and tell me what you thought! Criticism is always welcome c:
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Naruto.
"I tried to eat
An orange today, too
But it was still sour, and I cried
Because it's unlike me to leave any behind
I ate it all
I loved it; I felt like crying."
- Toradora Ed.
There's an orange on the table and she blinks, her green eyes peering down at the fruit. Her hand gets a hold of it and she sits on the chair in front of the table and shudders. She hated citric fruits. Actually, loathed them. She never understood why the only fruit they sold at the hospital was the one she least disliked.
Oh, dear merciful god, where you just playing around with her? Making her try and eat something she disliked? God, do you do that to make her feel bad for all her wrongs?
Her eyebrows pinned together and she frowned, glowering the fruit. Her nail pinched the fruit and tried to peal it but she couldn't.
The pink haired girl grunted, grabbed the fruit and put her arm up to throw it at the nearest wall but stopped, sighing, and sat down. That's why guys don't like you, she thought, resting her head on the table. What to do? What to do? She thought, sighing, and grabbed the fruit, pealing it.
There it stood. The fruit was pealed, revealing it's true form. It seemed cute, she thinks this, and giggles, but then frowns. But I hate them!
What would mom say if she saw me throwing away food?
So she grabs a piece of the orange and slowly, puts it in her mouth and grimaces, launching forward to grab a napkin centered on the table. It tastes weird in her mouth, she notes, and then it's sweet and nice and she swallows, looking at the fruit, eyes blinking at it.
"I'm so weird, Sakura," she mutters, hitting her forehead with her palm.
Now that I think of it, it's actually nice. It's nice, She smiles, and tears up. What am I doing? Why do I think of him? How does this even have to do with him?
Sasuke Uchiha is his name. He's a ghost that haunts her past. The name makes her shudder. He's gone. Farewell, Uchiha.
But for some reason the fruit made her think of him. Her eyes flutter close and her head rests against the table one more time as she glares at the fruit in front of her.
"You're mocking my love life, aren't you?" She asks the fruit, and laughs, because she thinks she's going crazy. "A fruit… mocking my love life," she sighs out.
What? Am I supposed to come out with a theory as to why this fruit represents my love life? It's not like the relationship I had with Uchiha was sour and sweet at the same time. It was… It was…
And Haruno Sakura doesn't know anymore. She touches her cheeks to see she's crying because of a stupid fruit and she hates herself for it.
She hates Sasuke. She hates her love life. Why can't she be happy?
Biting her lip, her eyes shut close. She knows why. She does, but she doesn't want to admit it.
As long as Uchiha Sasuke is still haunting her past she wouldn't be able to be happy.
So without second thoughts, she grabs the fruit and eats it. And then cries some more. Because she's in love with someone unlovable.