Sasuke looked the same.
That was the first thought in Sakura's head. Throughout all these years, Sasuke hadn't changed. Not one bit.
People might not believe that. He was taller. He had different clothing. He had matured. His hair might've been longer.
But to Sakura, none of that mattered. He was the same. He had the same sharp onyx eyes, the wells of pure darkness that just looked so hurt that had drawn Sakura to him the first place. His hair was the same deep dark black, the flawless shade that went with everything.
In her eyes he was the same. The same boy she had fallen in love with. The same boy that had been put on her team as the unbeatable prodigy that had turned into Naruto's best friend.
He was the same. He would be the same.
He would come home.
The last thing in her mind was that he could- that he would- kill her.
That Naruto and him would kill each other.
That he had turned insane.
That he had gotten his revenge, but he hadn't come home because he looked the vengeance and killing and thrill of the hunt too much.
That Sasuke Uchiha wasn't the same. That he never would be again.
Sakura was really the one that hadn't changed. Yes, she too had matured; grown and developed and trained; but she wasn't any different.
She could punch through a mountain, but she would leave all her comrades to come to Sasuke's aid.
She could heal nearly any wound, but she was too naive to realise she couldn't heal the darkness in his heart.
She was the Hokage's student, but she would kill her if Sasuke willed her to do it.
And in the end, she was the one who hadn't changed. Because she wanted to be strong enough to save her teammates, she had doomed them by not being able to see when they truly needed her help.