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Three years have passed since Sasuke has left the village. I wept and wept until my tears would not come any longer. They all dried up, and now I can't shed a single drop of salty sadness. But there is still that feeling of pressure building up in my chest; I still feel the need to cry. Everyone tells me, 'Sakura, you shouldn't be getting all melancholy over that traitor. You should feel rage toward him.' Even Naruto doesn't seem to care anymore. He is still going to carry out his word to me, but I've been watching him train, and he's slacking. Although he's powerful, I don't think he is strong enough yet to bring Sasuke back home to me.
Each day I wonder why Sasuke left. The voices in my head answered: Strength. Power. Selfishness. I couldn't believe that my beloved would leave for those reasons, though. I just wouldn't bring myself to it. So I came up with this simple reason: Love. Of course I couldn't explain what love had to do with it, but I just liked to believe that he was kind and caring.
I know that Sasuke is still an innocent child, lost in a long, dark tunnel. For a long time he's decided to give up on getting out of the never ending corridor; he let himself be overcome by evil.
Oh, Sasuke, when will you come back to me?
That's what a wondered every nanosecond of the day.
Oh, Sasuke, why did you leave me?
That's what I asked him when he appeared in my dreams.
Oh, Sasuke, will you ever find yourself?
That's what I should have said to him before he left.
Those questions haunt my mind. Every thought I think has to do with Sasuke. Then night he left, I told him I was in love with him. All I got in return was a simple thank you, or maybe it wasn't so simple. I never thought that two words could mean more to me than three, but they do. I bet I would hate him by now; given up on him by now; but it's those two words that thanked me that keep me loving him. And you know what? I'm not even sure what he was thanking me for. All I ever did was be a bother to him, a simple fly stuck on his windshield.
Sasuke is fifteen now, and so am I. I bet he's as wise as I have become, or maybe not. In Orochimaru's care, Sasuke is probably as evil as the snake himself. Oh, Sasuke, I hope that isn't the case. Deep inside him, like any other evil man, he must have that childish personality. He must be that little boy that yearned for his father's affection. Inside him, there must be tears that need to roll down his cheeks from his black eyes.
Oh, and those black eyes of his. Since I knew him, he seemed to always have secrets hidden inside them. And I always felt like I needed to help him. Those secrets of his frightened him horribly, and I knew I was the one to make him forget. I was the one that was going to heal those miseries and sorrows; he was going to be happy.
Then he went away.
He left me.
I had barely begun to heal.
Attempt after attempt I tried.
But it seemed he didn't want to be better.
He didn't want to be happy.
He didn't care.
When Sasuke left, I was devastated. I loved him with all the power in my heart, but did he love me as well? I could never quite answer that myself. It was more than just a bug on my windshield. It was a worm in my hair. That kind of thing can't just be avoided.
You know, this may seem strange, what I'm about to say. But try to understand, for my sake. Sasuke left me, and the past three years have been lonely for me, even if I've been surrounded by many friends. However, I understand him better. I can't be sure that he understands me, but it's okay. Being separated from Sasuke has actually brought him closer to me, and I hope, me closer to him.
But evenso...
Sasuke, come home.
A/N: I hope you liked this fic. I'm going to write some things similar to this, except it'll be like Hinata's point of view for Naruto, Tenten's for Neji, etc. So if you liked this, put it on your Alert List and I'll write more alike. Oh, and review please! Thanks!
(I do except flames, but would like them in the form of constructive criticism. Plain flames are okay too, though.)