We all suffer from war. Some more than the others.
„Sakura-"
I reacted quicker then my mind could comprehend what was happening. In an instant I was straddling his waist with my hands in a choking grip on his throat. Calm eyes watching me.
„Sasuke", I whispered, my eyes wide open. Quickly I removed my hands and sat up straight.
„I'm sorry", I lowered my head.
He didn't answer. Moving his head, he looked out of the window. It was dark outside. No stars were shining.
He slowly ran his hands up and down my exposed thighs. It was a calming motion. His hands were warm, so lively.
We had gone through war and won. Slowly the world recovered. The humans were scared. So many souls were lost. So many died.
Sasuke came home. We got closer. Maybe because we felt alone. Maybe we both suffered from this never ending loneliness. It was exhausting.
I felt him trace the my many scars. Scars of many fought battles. Against others and against myself.
Maybe I was just tired of being broken.
„Do they really fixed you?", he asked, breaking the silence. I looked at him for a long time. Our eyes met.
„I don't know. Maybe they tore me apart even more but they heal, don't they? Maybe they were meant to be scars so I would never forget who I was and who I never want to be again", I answered sincerly. He nodded and continued looking at the nightsky.
„Am I worth all this?", I asked, fixing my eyes on the wall. His hands came to a halt. I let him pull me down to him and flip us over, so he hovered over me. Those never ending black eyes staring at mine. It seemed like I could get lost in those but never really read them. So many hidden emotions.
He carefully kissed my neck. I closed my eyes. I felt warm and I felt safe.
„You are", he whispered and kissed my lips.
We all have scars. Some visible, some not. But still they are existing even if by tending them right they might fade after some time.