I've attempted to start this story so many times now that I've forgotten how it goes. Every detail that was once as clear as the night sky on this chilly night is now fuzzy and distorted due to years of repression. I've spent nearly every waking moment of my poor pathetic excuse of a life trying to deny her existence. Trying to deny the fact that I am her. That I always was her. I became what she wanted what she planned in the end, yet I keep fighting it to this day despite my growing weariness. Maybe I should just give in? You'll tell me won't you? At the end of all this?
A/N: I had some people wonder whether this was Sakura or Ino talking. It is Sakura. Thank you for asking for the clarification. I see it all so clearly in my head that I often forget to spell it out for the rest of you. ^/^