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You know how they say it takes half the time you were together with someone to get over them? Is it true? Did you just have to wait it out? 3 ½ years, almost 4, of memories, laughs, of "I love you," of deeply entwining your lives together. No there wasn't an expectation of marriage down the line, she was only 22, but she could see it happening if they stayed together long enough. But she should have known; after all this had been the 4th break up they've had in the short time they were together. But this one was permanent. There was no longer a chance that they would profess their love & decide to give it another go. There was no longer a chance, because he no longer held love in his heart for her.

"Why?" Sakura could hear herself say aloud. But she knew why; he'd broken what little spirit she had with his biting words, "you just aren't what I thought I wanted. You aren't the type of girl I find attractive, I want her to be feminine, who doesn't curse, or goes out & drinks all the time, she needs to be smart, and have a sense about her that draws you in." She had stared down at her hands, thinking he was completely wrong, she hadn't been doing anything, she went out twice since coming of age, after that she usually stayed home, did some homework, and ate at restaurants with friends every weekend or so, but never did she drink. That was something she didn't like to do anymore. She was even daring more and more to dress feminine as she had wanted to during winter, but he could understand her desire to not wear skirts and dresses during cold seasons right? But no, something like that was not on his mind. And her cursing, what is even with that? Was she supposed to never utter a profanity? Were her silly alternatives too much? But worst of all was the fact that his words cut through her like a knife. Her confidence, the little she had, had been shot to the ground. If she wasn't good enough for him, who was she good enough for?

Sakura remembered so vividly everything that had happened since that night. The months she spent trying to get over her first real love. She stared up at the canopied ceiling of her bed, a frown evident on her face. Too many days were spent this way she noted. Most of the year following the break up was spent miserably. Her friends had managed to get her out and she met many guys, she even dated one for a good 2 months, but that was nothing serious. Just casually seeing each other, and although they had declared each other boyfriend and girlfriend, they were not terms she exactly agreed with.

After only a week together, including the meeting day, she wanted more and they ended up sleeping together. What a mistake that was. Having been abstaining for years, even with her ex, the pain and uncomfortable feeling only seemed to remind Sakura that she didn't truly want this, or want him. She wanted her ex. What was wrong with her?

"That's it!" She turned on her belly and opened up her iTunes, all too soon the quiet was blasted away as the voices of her favourite group bellowed away. Sakura smiled as a particular voice sang a soft melody before the music became loud again. It had been less than 2 years since Sakura had first clicked on a music video by The Sixx through her search for other songs in the same genre. She thanked the recommended playlist for letting her discover such a great band. It had been so long since she loved a group so much, the last time being when the group VDIK had been together, but they broke up into separate groups. A part remained as the group VDIK, while the others moved to a new label under a new name. They weren't as good anymore than when they were together, in Sakura's opinion, but she still listened to their new music as a loyal fan.

But The Sixx was her new life, and it astounded her how much she found herself drawn to their songs. She doubted there was a song she didn't like by them. She watched the behind the scenes videos of their music videos showing how things were done as well as the group members goofing off. Nothing made her as happy as this group did, especially as she was still feeling miserable. The lead singer of The Sixx was her stronghold though. He always looked so angry but had this mysterious look to him as well, he had a deep voice when speaking, but the things his voice did to her heart when he sang were blinding. When he sang, his voice changed into a soft, smooth pitch, his high notes were electric, and the way he said certain words were just perfect. She could count on The Sixx's albums to make her gloomy days something worthy of getting up for.

At Sakura's side she felt a vibration; her phone showed the glowing smile & dimples of her best friend Hinata. "They're going to release the new Assassins Creed on PC."

"As if they would put it on Xbox." Hinata laughed on the other side at their coded greeting. Due to situations they've been in, they decided to use code for when they call to say they are clear to talk about whatever.

"So I'm assuming you're doing homework since you haven't answered any of my messages." Sakura looked at her phone and at all the unanswered texts.

"Yeah," lies. "I'm really busy with homework," lies again. "I'll call you later tonight." No I won't. "I promise." I'll break that promise.

"Sakura… I've been talking to the other girls, and we feel you're drifting away. We really want to see you and help you with whatever you're feeling."

"I'm just fine. Just tired and busy. I'll call you later." And with that she hung up.

When she wasn't at school or work she was at home passing the days alone. Her family didn't notice anything wrong, and if they did, they didn't mention anything. It had been a month and a half already since she went out with any friends much less replied to their messages. It had been hard, after the year mark of her break up things hit home that this was permanent & she was alone. There are women who say 'who needs a man?' 'Be independent!' 'Love yourself,' and as nice as all that sounds, Sakura could care less. She wanted love, to BE loved, & looked at with eyes that saw only her. She didn't believe in Prince Charming, but she wanted to be swept off her feet and feel as if she was more than enough for someone else. For someone hurt so much how could she love herself? That whole, 'you can't love someone else until you love yourself,' was bullshit. Why is it that you can't love until that's met? What if it takes you years? Please, you can't speak for everyone else. Sakura could love and be on her journey without prioritizing one over the other.

Not to mention her friends did not make it any easier to get over her ex; by constantly talking about him & hanging out with him, they made Sakura's life harder. How could she get over someone who had hurt her so much when her friends found it fun to go out with him, and post pictures of their good times? Even the person who understood how she felt would hang out with him often enough that it felt as if she too was hanging out with him without having to actually see him. How fucked up was that?

As said before, this wasn't just something you could just easily get over. Her heart was broken to something unrecognizable, and her ability to really love anyone at the moment was scrunched into the dirt. There were many amazing guys around her but did she feel anything? No. The only heart skipping moments she had was when she would listen to Sasuke's voice when he sung his lungs out. His way of doing anything had her falling in love. However that was only a silly celebrity crush, and was not actually love. But it was at least something.

A sudden and hurried knock sounded on Sakura's door as a woman with twinkling hazel eyes opened the door wide enough to let in a glimpse of the bright yellow tiled walls that had recently been done courtesy of her stepmother. She looked at Sakura with sad eyes at the depressive mood surrounding the bedroom. Although light was flooding in from all the open windows, and a warm breeze was filtering through, the lone figure huddled together behind a periwinkle bed curtain was emitting a gloomy vibration. Sakura fit the description of having a gray cloud above drenching her in cold rain as she burrowed herself in a black robe with a hoodie, her haphazard bubble gum pink hair covering her pretty face.

"Are you going to stay in your bathrobe all day or are you going to get dressed for class?" Calculating eyes watched as Sakura stuck her hand out into the air, bending her wrist towards the window.

"Are pigs flying yet?" Came her witty response.

The elegant woman in the doorway sighed and made her way carefully to the bed. "Today is the last class of the semester before you can have all the time in the world to mope around. Try to make the best of it before you leave for who knows how long." All Sakura did was try to bury herself more into the bed. "After leaving for this vacation I promise you'll come back feeling like you exist again."

The sad figure on the bed sniffed, "I don't want to go to school, or on what you call a "vacation." This isn't a vacation, you are just telling me to move on, but forcing me to go on this "vacation" is basically leaving me to fend for myself.

The woman sitting at her side shifted her position to one of a professional demeanor, "listen you little brat, this is for your own good. You do not want to do anything here so you'll go do something somewhere else. Your father & I do not have time for this." Swiftly she turned on her heels and clicked her way out.

As Sakura lay there she pressed play on her computer and immersed herself in lyrics out of her reach.

I can't take it anymore; I'm falling in love with you

Like a stupid boy with a crush

I don't need anything else

I don't like anything that's not you