"Okay, then. I'm leaving"

"Fine. Just go." I took a couple steps back and stumbled onto the edge of our bed. I held my head up between my hands, my hair falling over my face. Tears rolled through my fingers and onto my thighs. For a second, I wanted to run after him, but something kept me glued to the bed.

Suddenly the door opens, and he strides back in, never once looking at me. He walks over to his end table and grabs his phone. I find the will to stand and reach out for his arm, but I can't seem to get a grasp. I walk faster towards him as he walks out the door, but his steps far outweigh mine. My feet feel heavy, and slowly but surely he leaves my sight. I try my best to follow him, but he's in the car by the time I get to the front entrance.

"Wait! Please. Don't go." I call out. The headlights of his SUV blind me as he backs out of the driveway. Why can't I move? Why couldn't I reach him? I need to get to him. Now. But I can't.

It doesn't matter. He'll be back. He always comes back.

I shot out of bed, the back of my head slick with sweat. I look at the clock. 5:53am.

Great. Seven minutes before my alarm was supposed to wake me. I switch my alarm off and sprawl out on the bed, trying my best to relive my dream. Nightmare. Whatever you want to call that.

Why do I find myself dreaming of him, again? Sure we had a past. But that's just it, a past. No future in sight. Our time as a couple was done.

I will myself to get out of bed, not wanting to run late for work. The light in my bathroom flickers when I flip the light switch on. I need to remember to replace the bulb before it completely goes out. I grab my brush and try my best to pull my pink hair into a nice sleek ponytail. A little eyeliner and mascara are all I put in my face this morning.

I brushed my teeth and ran into the kitchen to grab myself a quick bite from the fridge. Hmm. Bagels or yogurt. My phone vibrates and it's my best friend, jittery as ever.

"Good morning, Sakura! I'm on my way." It reads. Ino lives in the same apartment building as me. We thought about becoming roommates, but her boyfriend Shikamaru insisted that she come live with him. I was surprised it took him so long to ask her, with them being together for four years prior. I was happy for her. I mean who wouldn't be when your best friend only lives a couple doors down from you?

"Give me 5 minutes!" I reply. I snag the yogurt from the top shelf and hurry to find my clothes. Luckily I arrange all of my outfits for the whole week. Today's outfit consisted of a simple charcoal gray pencil skirt, a plain blush blouse, and nude heels. I hear a knock on my front door as I struggle to put my heels on.

I grab my purse and head to the door. Ino welcomes me with a nice bright smile, as always. She hands me a coffee from a local café - a simple vanilla latté.

"I don't know how you're always so cheery in the morning." I stated as I took a cautious sip of my morning fuel.

"Well someone's got to even out all the grumpiness from you in the morning. I'm the yin to your yang." Ino chucked as she took a big gulp from her hot drink. Ino dresses well. She work a business casual dress that hugged her in all the right places. It was a light purple, which made her blond hair stand out. Men always ogled her. She swears they're all looking at me instead, but I know she knows otherwise. Ino always has this confidence to her, which I admired. She was the complete opposite of me. My true Yin best friend.

We walked and talked all the way to work. Although we worked in the same building, our jobs were on completely different floors. Ino works as a real estate agent for HH Realty on the 18th floor. She's worked there for about three years now, and needless to say, she loves it. I work as a receptionist for a marketing firm on the 13th floor. It's not the most ideal job for me, but it pays the bills.

We push through the revolving doors one at a time and head towards the elevator. Our heels clacked against the sparkly marble flooring of the main lobby. The building had a modern look to it. Towering white walls with grey trim all around. Windows spread from floor to ceiling, providing lots of natural light that really made the floors shine.

The elevator bell chimed and we stepped into the cart. Buttons thirteen and eighteen were pushed and off we went.

"Well, Sakura, I hope you have a wonderful day today. I was thinking about going out for lunch today. Did you want to join me? I was thinking about trying Fabiano's." Ino asked as she took the last sip of her now lukewarm coffee.

"Oh, I've heard great things about that place since it opened a couple of months ago. I'd love to go with you." I said.

"Hey, did you know that someone bought out this building over the weekend? According to some coworkers of mine, it's this hot, young billionaire. Ya know, y'all, dark and handsome? I can't remember the name of his enterprise. Maybe we can hook ya up eh?" Ino joked. I rolled my eyes at her. Oh Ino, always trying to set me up with any sexy man she could find.

"No, I didn't know that. I'm sure we'll see something in the paper at some point." I pointed out. The elevator stopped at the 13th floor. I said my goodbyes to Ino and stepped out, making a right turn. I made my way down the hall and stepped through the frosted glass doors. Past the doors revealed my throne. Well, my desk, but whatever. I made my way around the long sleek desk and switched on my computer. I took the phone off of voicemail and logged into my account in the computer. Two emails popped up on my notifications. One was spam, and one was from my boss.

Team,

Lunch will be catered by the CEO of Uchiha Enterprises today. For any who are unaware, the Gateway building was bought out over the weekend by Mr. Uchiha. He is scheduled to stop by our office today, and I expect everyone to give him a warm welcome.

Thanks,

Chan Lowe

Wait.

Uchiha?

The phone rings suddenly, making me jump out my seat. I quickly pull myself together and answer with my usual dialogue.

"Thank you for calling LPL Marketing, this is Sakura. How may I direct your call?" I asked in a cheery tone.

"Sakura, it's been a long time." That voice was unforgettable. That smooth and deep tone that rattled me out of my sleep this morning.

"S-Sasuke..." I muttered. There was a short pause, though it seemed to go on forever. I needed to pull myself together, and fast.

"I'm sorry, which department did you want me to transfer you to?" I questioned, trying my best to keep my composure. Butterflies were almost bursting out of my stomach. It's been almost five years since I'd heard his voice.

"I don't need to be transferred. I wanted to give you a call to let you know that I'll be in a little earlier than expected. Around 11:30 or so. I hope that's not too much trouble." He seemed to be asking a question but I knew he didn't need an answer. I finally found the words to respond, keeping it professional.

"Of course not, Mr. Uchiha. We are very much looking forward to spending lunch with you. I will let Mr. Lowe know that you'll be in early." I said

"Thank you, Sakura. I look forward to seeing you, as well." He purred. He hung up the phone on his end and I kept the phone glued to my ear, frozen.

What. The. Hell.