In my mind, the world was more than black and white. There was also the luminescent red.
It was rushing through my veins, excited to be a thriving and rushing creak. My raspy breath leaked through cracked lips, through the small holes of my nose was fusing together with the world around it, and the chills around coursing through me were just another anchor to this earth, what kept my soul from just being thrown away with the harsh winter breeze.
I wasn't dying.
There was no way anyone could feel like this if they were dying.
"The bleeding won't stop..."
"Tsunade-Obaa-chan, why isn't she healing herself?"
My eyes turned to the blonde empress with a begrudging reluctance.
She couldn't look at either of us, her brows furrowed, pupils trembling and fists clenched...like a little girl afraid to tell her parents she broke an antique vase.
Naruto turned his pretty, blue eyes back to me and cupped my face with both hands while bringing us closer.
"Sakura-chan, please don't leave me to."
We were both sobbing, whispering all the things we forgot to say to each other, to them, and what we wanted to say.
We held each other close until our whispers were non-existent and only Naruto was left ot mourn all that was lost and never gained.
The day I died, was the day I left to Soul Society, a place where the dead keep on living.
But Naruto didn't know that.
All he knew was that Madara left a gaping hole in my stomach and chest.