The pink-haired girl looked up, tears cascading down her face. The dim light from the moon made it seem like a stupid scene from a movie. A sad one that is. The type of movie that makes your heart break and you feel the emotions of the character deep inside you. Her jade eyes watched the silhouette of a very familiar person.
"Sakura," the boy said.
She shook her head as she heard her own name out of those lips. His lips. "No no no," she whispered, "Go away. Get out!" The kunoichi wanted to say the opposite but her feelings flooded out. She watched as the boy took a hesitant step forward, his feelings too were betraying him. Leave, leave. All you will do is hurt her again.
The boy watched as the girl stood, it was easy to spot her in the dark. The vibrant pink hair stood out, the color of cherry blossoms. When he first came back home, he was surprised to find a strong kunoichi, no longer one of his fangirls. She was no longer weak, not at all. She matured, her pink hair didn't seem so silly anymore, and her jade eyes were beautiful. Yet there was guilt.
"Go away! Don't you dare come here! Y-you – I don't need you anymore! You," her glare intensified, "broke me! And once I'm building myself up again, oh guess who comes back?! You! I'm stronger now, not some useless girl!" Her sudden outburst shocked him. "If that's what you want…" He looked at her, straight into those jade eyes.
"Sakura." She fiercely shook her head, Stop! Stop! Stop saying my name, don't you dare!
He took another step forward and cautiously watched as she reached her hand down to grab her kunai. "Don't." The girl's voice was shaky along with her hand. The boy sighed and muttered, "Hn, if that's what you would like." He walked towards her, not caring if she stabbed him.
He stopped right in front of her and slowly brought his hand up to her forehead, poking it. Sakura couldn't move, she didn't want to. She watched his lips move as she heard him, for she did not want to look into those familiar onyx eyes.
"Goodbye Sakura."
She felt dizzy, He's doing it again! He's going to leave me here, knocked out in the middle of the night. Just like the first time he left! She felt anger, she felt sadness, and she felt disappointment. And as she watched his back turn, her eyes fixed on the red and white fan on his back. She used to hope that she would wear that same flag on her clothes. She quietly whispered before what he did to her would take effect,
"Sasuke-kun."