Inspired by: I Can't Break It To My Heart by Delta Goodrem
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto in any way possible.
Author's Note: I told myself I'd stop writing for it's just not working for me anymore. I'm depressed and very uninspired. But I just can't really live without my passion, can I? This is a drabble - obviously - although I think this is originally a part of some lengthy fic I'm trying to concoct for the 14th. But since I may no longer have time to produce it, I'll have to be content with this. I hope you won't mind reviewing. Thank you. :)
Drips
Even in that captured fantasy of hers, she still loves him.
He is perfectly flawed.
He is ruthless.
( And heartless for she believes she has stolen his heart several times but has misplaced it just as frequent.)
She is never really good at reviving something nonexistent, is she? That's because Haruno Sakura herself is already a soulless doll without a creator. She's just a living image in the shards of glasses scattered on the cold floor of the bedroom they share.
And then she wonders if Uchiha Sasuke, the only man she can't unlove, doesn't get wounded whenever he steps on those mirror fragments. She wonders if only she suffers and exists in pain. Because if not, she can just take his share of pain, too, and endure.
Until maybe someday, her husband will do the saving. It doesn't even matter if his rescue will mean her life. No, it's her love for Sasuke that she wants to survive. For as much as she wants to believe that her love is undying, nothing is really forever.
Still, he's an Uchiha, so he may have the capacity to be an exception to that, and then he will remember…he will remember her love, not her.
For her physical absence will always be forgotten, and only the phantom of her presence will remain.
Sasuke always tells her that he is her own nightmare and that she should just wake up and leave him and run away from him and find a place where she can rest peacefully without a threat.
But she always says, " I like finding beauty in tragedy. And…in every waking day, you're just another dream I have to forget. Too bad though, you are my only dream."
She wishes to cry every time she tells him that, but Sasuke always comes to her right away, touches her face, closes her eyes and carries her to bed.
She's tired. But he needs her. His body tells her so. And it's in those corporal moments that she cries for she just can't hear it anymore…the beating of his heart that could've been for her.
So, she cuts herself. Like always. Just so to make herself believe that there's a more unbearable pain out there than the one currently killing her.
And with every drop of blood that falls onto the white sheet of their sterile bed, she begins chanting.
" He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not…"
Until the running blood dries up or if lucky, until Sasuke sees her and be her most supportive audience.
"…He loves me. He loves me not – "
" I love you."
And she won't mind doing it all over again.
...
Fin.