Naruto's POV
I am awake as Sakura tiptoes her way into our bedroom, watching her as a fox watches its prey. Her skills have decreased somewhat over the years and she can't tell that she's being watched and followed.
Or she doesn't care.
She turns her head when walking past Ran and Ichikos' room, a spasm of regret flickers across her face. And so my flower hasn't wilted away after all. But I am still longing, longing to see her joy bloom for me once more.
Sakura's POV
Ever since Sasuke returned it hasn't been the same. I thought he was some crush from childhood and that Naruto and I- our family isn't a lie.
I am walking the walk of shame although nothing has happened between us. I can't let anything happen. But can't is losing its definition as I lose my resolve. And yet I still care for Naruto very much, I'm just not very sure if much equates to love these days.
Ever since Sasuke returned, Naruto lost his passion. That passion that gripped my heart, and held it towards Naruto has lost its hold and I know the love will leave without that grip.
I know Naruto is watching me.
I want him to care.
I look at my darling children, aged six and eight; I regret not loving their father more and lusting after Sasuke.
Lusting after my childhood.