Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or 'Back To December,' by Taylor Swift.

To Sasuke,

I'm so glad you made time to write to me. How's life? Tell me, how's your family? I haven't seen them in a while. You've been good, haven't you Sasuke? You told me you've been busier than ever. We small talked, last I saw of you, about work and the weather. As we talked and sipped at our drinks I noticed that your guard was up. Sasuke, I know why. The last time you saw me is still burned in the back of your mind, isn't it? You gave me roses and I left them there to die.

This is me Sasuke; I'm swallowing my pride, I want to stand in front of you, say I'm sorry for that night. You wouldn't believe me, would you Sasuke? I go back to December all the time, Sasuke-kun. It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you. I'm wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine. Sasuke...I go back to December, turn around and make it alright, all the time in my dreams.

Sasuke, these days, I haven't been sleeping. I'm staying up, playing back myself leaving. I can still remember when your birthday passed, and I didn't call. Most days, I think about summer, all the beautiful times; the times I watched you laughing from the passenger side of my BMW. I realized I loved you in the fall. Winter came...it was good for the first few days, wasn't it Sasuke-kun? And then the cold came, the dark days; the only days when fear crept into my mind. You gave me all your love, and all I gave you was goodbye.

Sasuke-kun...this is me, I'm swallowing my pride; wanting to be in front of you; want to be saying I'm sorry for that night... And I go back to December all the time. It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you, wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine. I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind!

What do I miss about you, Sasuke-kun?

I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile. Sasuke-kun, you were so good to me, so right. I remember how you held me in your arms that September night and the first time you ever saw me cry...over that idiot who called me fat.

Maybe this is wishful thinking, Sasuke-kun... it's probably mindless dreaming. But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right!

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't. When I come to see you... if the chain is on your door, I'll understand.

This is me, about to swallow my pride, about to stand in front of you, about to say I'm sorry for that night, about to tell you I go back to December all the time.

From Ino,

xxx

I scoff at the letter I hold in my hands before re-reading the bottom.

"Sasuke-kun?"

I turn to see my wife, Sakura Haruno Uchiha, stood in front of me, her hand protetively on her stomach. She's seven months gone, expecting twins; a baby boy and girl. We've already decieded on the names: Mikoto and Itachi.

Sakura doesn't mind naming them after my mother and brother. She didn't kick or scream, or yell, "No! It's Itachi and Midori!" or anything along those lines. I stand up from the chair I'm sat in. I walk towards her, placing my hand next to hers on her stomach.

"Hello beautiful." I whisper in her ear, making her blush and giggle.

"Sasuke-kun..." She gestures to her stomach. "What about the twins?"

I bend down, kneeling in front of her, kissing her stomach in the process. "Hey angel," I mutter, talking to my daughter. "Hey son." I say to my son.

Sakura giggles. "Are you coming to bed?"

I smile at her. "Yeah...I'll be up in a minute."

She smiles back. "Okay, Sasuke-kun."

I crumple the letter, throwing it over my shoulder carelessly, smirking as it lands in the bin.

Ino left me for some random dude. Sakura mended my heart back together.

Ino may want to go back to December...but I sure don't.