A/N This is using the song Love Hurts by Incubus. I don't own Naruto, Masashi Kishimoto-sama does.
Tonight we drink to youth
And holding fast to truth
(I don't want to lose what I had as a boy.)
My heart still has a beat
But love is now a feat.
(As common as a cold day in LA.)
Sometimes when I'm alone, I wonder
Is there a spell that I am under
Keeping me from seeing the real thing?
Sakura was drinking, a lot. She knew it was bad for her, she was a fucking medic so she would know, but at that moment she couldn't give a flying fuck. The numerous amounts of empty sake bottles littering the floor pretty much proved it. The numb feeling in her body gave way to crushing grief as she drunkenly sobbed, her tears doing nothing to assuage the pain. He was gone, he wasn't coming back, and he had taken her precious gift with him.
Love hurts...
But sometimes it's a good hurt
And it feels like I'm alive.
Love sings,
When it transcends the bad things.
Have a heart and try me,
'cause without love I won't survive.
Like a stupid schoolgirl she had clung to the single strand of hope that he would take her as his bride. She eyed the kunai beside her and gave an empty laugh as she set down the umpteenth bottle then picked it up, her vision swimming as more tears washed down her face. He had taken the one thing she could never get back, and she had fucking let him. With his rough curses in her ear, promising nothing but misery and pain in her future. He had cum into her and left her on the floor of an abandoned tool shed, like the used whore he convinced her she was.
I'm fettered and abused,
I stand naked and accused
(Should I surface this one man submarine?)
I only want the truth
So tonight we drink to youth!
(I'll never lose what I had as a boy.)
Sometimes when I'm alone I wonder
Is there a spell that I am under
Keeping me from seeing the real thing?
She took another burning sip until she dropped the bottle, sending shards of glass onto the floor as it broke on impact. She blinked as the kunai glinted in the dim lighting of her apartment. She gave a hopeless sob as she raised it as high as her alcohol-impaired body would let her then plundged it into her main artery in her wrist. The brief flash of pain made her cry out until a soothing numbness washed over her. She stared wide-eyed at the quickly-forming pool of blood as she layed down, like so many other times of her life, and waited for the blissful nothingness. For the first time in weeks Sakura smiled as her heart beat it's last, the scent of fresh copper mixed with that of spilled liquor as her body lay there, that sickly peaceful smile on her lips.
Love hurts...
But sometimes it's a good hurt
And it feels like I'm alive.
Love sings,
When it transcends the bad things.
Have a heart and try me,
'cause without love I won't survive.
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