Breaking someone's heart was easy.
Being the person to sew it back together wasn't.
She looked at his sad expression. The usual scowl, though so cold, was replaced with a kind of weak glare. Committing own hate crimes to the avenger himself. The black darkness of his eyes had grew into two saucer like pools of ink. No emotion. No want. No movement. He lay there. On the whites of her sheets like a dead body.
And she had to play doctor.
Time had passed. Words had showed. Actions had spoken. And no matter how hard she tried for him to work up a reaction. Even a simple grunt. He did no attempt. The apple slices, the flowers, the cards, the warmth of her room. Nothing could fix him. She had been proclaimed the most skilled medical ninja. Yet she could do nothing, but cry on his bedside.
"Sasuke."
He didn't bother to look at her.
"It's me Sakura."
He blinked. But that was all.
"I love you."
She placed her hand on his own. Peach skin tone's mixing with the paleness of his palm. The clear drops of sadness washed onto the clear complection. Green eye's sparkling.
"I don't know if you love me, but I'm sick of playing surgeon."
This time he allowed his gaze to linger on hers.
"I can't...I don't..."
She began to pull away, but his fingers tangled in hers.
"You're the best doctor in town."
That mouth twisted from a line to a small smile.
"Thank you for repairing me."
The End
SasuSaku is not a favorite of mine, it was a request.
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