I may or may not turn this into a full story.
She often locked herself in her room thinking about him. This was one of those days. He was gone and
the only way to bring him back was to put herself into a genjustsu; the only way to see his beautiful smile,
and feel his lips on hers again. As pathetic as she felt, she was addicted to him and need her fix. Some days
it was them making love. Others of them walking through the park, just laughing and enjoying each others
company. The only one that never worked were her visions of the future. She could never believe them, and
the pain caused her to break through the jutsu. Today, she chose one of her favorite memories: the day they
met. She was instantly drawn to his ruggish good looks, and remembered how nervous he was to just talk to her.
It was the one memory that never failed to cheer her up no matter how much she missed him. She walked over to
the window, opening it, the sun shining on her face. Placing her hand on her stomach she whispered one word,
"Asuma..."