So instead of studying for my final exam which is tomorrow, I watched The Vampire Diaries and was totally crying as Elena had forgotten she had ever loved Damon. And then this idea just popped into my head—totally TVD inspired, of course.

Title: Yellow Ledbetter

Summary:

The car accident. She forgets they were even ever together. It's tearing him apart. She doesn't even really know him that well. But she's happy. And that's all he ever wants her to be.

Bright lights.

White walls.

That awful 'too clean' smell.

"She's waking up!" someone says, a voice filled with glee and relief. I hear the scuffling of feet as people move to come closer to my bed. I finally dare to open my eyes. Everything's a blur for a while.

So many unfamiliar faces.

Faces with smiles, worried expressions, gratitude showing through crinkled eyes.

I start recognizing each and every one of them.

Naruto, Ino, Hinata, Tenten, Neji, Shikamaru, Kiba, Choji.

And then the last person approaches. He's absolutely gorgeous. And I know him…and we're not exactly close. Sasuke. What's he doing here? Last I checked, we didn't exactly like each other much. He's not very nice.

"Oh, Sakura! How you feeling?" Ino asks, leaning just a bit closer. I smile. "I'm okay, I guess. What happened?"

At this, Ino turns to Shikamaru as if she'd been dreading this to happen. Did I say something wrong? I can feel Sasuke's stare all the way from the end of the bed. I turn to look at him and raise a brow.

Slowly sitting up, I wondered out loud, "What's Sasuke doing here by the way? That's unusual."

A look of shock and dread shows through Sasuke's eyes. And then it's gone so fast I could've imagined it.

An awkward silence followed filling the room with tension.

"Well?" I ask once again. I don't like the feeling of not knowing something. Naruto clears his throat. "You were in a car accident, Sakura-chan, just two days ago. It was horrible. Lucky Sasuke-teme came just in time to get you to the hospital." As he explains, Sasuke looks away. He looks like he's in pain…or constipated maybe?

I frown. I remember the accident, just flashes of it. I remember hitting a huge truck that caused my car to hit the side of a bridge and then topple over it. Water. I remember sinking. And then being pulled up, seeing bright light again. And then nothing.

"I'm sorry I can't remember Sasuke ever being there after I crashed." I look at Sasuke as I say this, eyebrows furrowed. He looks at me then, and I try my best to hold such an intense gaze. "Thank you." His eyes widen a fraction. "Thank you for saving me." I say again with more conviction.

He looks at me, really looks at me. I start feeling self-conscious but shrugged it off, because I had no reason to be nervous around this person. "Anytime."

It's been four months since the accident last July. We're all back in college, and everything seems normal but isn't. Sakura remembers everything except the last two to three years of her life.

The years when I got to know her.

The years when we became good friends.

The years when I started really noticing her.

The years when I started liking her.

The years when I had slowly fallen in love with her.

Basically, she forgot everything about me, and everything that we ever were. And now all we ever are is awkward. After we found out about her amnesia, people started filling her in about all the things and people she'd forgotten.

It hurt.

It really hurt for me to explain to her how much she meant to me. The way she had looked at me with such hostility and as if I was crazy telling her all those things she couldn't at all remember. I even told her I loved her.

"That's not possible. From what you're telling me, we sound pretty intense. How can I possibly not remember a thing about you, Sasuke?" And she kept calling me Sasuke. Just Sasuke.

But the one thing I didn't have the courage to tell her was about her accident—what made her drive so fast like that as if she'd been running away from something…, or more appropriately, someone. This is all my fault. I brought this on myself and on Sakura.

I don't know if things will get better over time. I doubt it. We hardly even say hi, much less hang out.

And I miss her.

I miss her terribly.

But there's nothing I can do. She still can't remember much about me—about us.

I won't let her go this easily. I just can't. So I'll find a way to make her remember and if not, I'll make new memories for us, right my wrongs, and treat her better.

I will fight tooth and nail to get her back.

A/N: Alright, I'll stop there. Idk I just had to write that down. Ok, I'm studying now. Good luck to me on that exam I haven't studied for yet lol.

I would highly appreciate feedback may it be that I've committed errors, things you want to happen in the next chapters, just anything really.