Chapter one (intro): Reminiscing
A beautiful girl walked slowly under the fresh falling of petals. It had been five years since he had left her. She was going to give up on him, she promised herself she couldn't go on like this, no, she couldn't give up, not yet. He would return: right?
She was completely alone except for the birds and other small animals that moved around high above her pink hair. She was Sakura Haruno. She had confessed her feelings toward him over five years ago and all he had to say was, 'Thank you', she didn't know what to do, what to feel.
She was never able to stop loving him. Try as she might, never did she prevail. She tried to stay busy- going on missions, training to become a medic ninja under the 5th Hokage. Her blonde friend, Naruto Uzumaki, tried to keep her happy, but missed him too.
As she was walking along she remembered what Naruto had said earlier that morning.
"Sakura-chan," she turned around to see a frustrated Naruto.
"Hmm? What do you want Naruto?" she sensed he was about to say something about him when…
"You miss him, don't you?" Her only response was a small nod. He understood why, and at the same time didn't.
"I'm going for a walk, if anybody needs me; you know were I'll be." He looked somewhat remorse as she left the room around 9:30 am.
She came out her trance after a while. She realized she had been out here wandering around for nearly two hours. She was a little tired after being up all night: she still cried for him to return safely and tell her he loves her, to hold her, to kiss her. She shook the image of his handsome face out of her head. No. She told her self this to try and keep from total corruption. It never worked; it only made her want him even more.
She finally sat down under a blossoming tree and rested. 'He'll never come back for me. His hunger for power was so strong; I know I shouldn't miss him after what he did to me; knocking me out like that and putting me on a park bench in the middle of the night were anyone might happen to stumble upon me. But, I can't seem to stop loving him, I pored my heart out to him and all he ever thought of me was an annoying little girl. Winning and complaining; just another "fan girl" as he called it.'
"I'm all alone, he left me, said it was for my own good. To protect me, he said I had to stay or they might come and destroy anything or anyone that is precious to him. I miss him so much."
The tree she had been sitting under had yet to shed its blossoms. It was a single cherry blossom so beautiful it gave her hope when it floated ever so gently onto her lap over her crossed hands. She noticed a small piece of paper tied to it on the stem.