Disclaimer: Kishi owns Naruto's kinky ass.
"She... died," he said, his voice quiet and hoarse as he forced the words to come out. He looked horrible, with his face paler and he looked skinnier than ever as if he wasn't skinny enough before. His cerulean eyes widened as he spoke those quiet two words and tears slipped down his cheeks, the realization hitting him harder than ever.
And as I watched him clench his fists and bury his face into them, my own heart was breaking as I pulled him into an embrace and held onto him tightly as he continued to sob, crying louder than ever, thanking my comfort.
I thought how difficult and hard this must be for him. How heartbroken he must feel.
To have your die. And die by the hands of your best friend, too.
But I realized that my own heart was breaking not just because of the sympathy and sorrow I felt for him, but also for selfishly, myself. I realized how much it hurt too to have your own loved one cry his heart out for someone other than yourself. I realized how much it hurt to have the one you love, love someone else. I realized how much it hurt to see him hurt because his heart would always belong to another and that person would always be the one carrying it, being able to break it so severely that he'd just want to kill himself, too.
And I realized how much it hurt to see that I could never be the one carrying his heart because I wasn't her. Because I wasn't that pink-haired girl who he loved so much. Because I would never ever be able to hold his heart, to cherish it, or have the capacity to break it so hard as her death did to him.
It would always be her.
And I realized how different I was from her.
She was strong, aggressive, confident in what she did.
I was weak, shy, soft-spoken, and I was hardly ever confident in what I did.
And as these selfish thoughts intruded my mind, I held onto him closer to me, and cried my own tears. Cried for Sakura's death, cried for his broken heart, and also cried for my own.
Cried for my own broken heart.
And I promised myself, I'd never ever tell him that I loved him because I knew that he would never, ever feel the same way towards me.
Because I wasn't her, Sakura Haruno.
A/N: An extremely short oneshot because I'm busy these days. But at least I got something out, ey? Anyways, I just had to write this. -sigh- It's how I feel at the moment. Of course, I changed around some bits and pieces to make it fit the Naruto cast. Might turn into a twoshot, maybe even a fullblown story. But not likely at all. Oh and if you've been keeping up with manga, maybe spoilers if you havent: Hinata didn't confess already to Naruto in this story.