Naruto Sakura. Sakura POV.
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'Sometimes I wish I was the rain...'
Its endless downpour captured her, drenching her entire boy, her entire soul, in its cold grip. Her skin, paled from bitter cold, was clammy and wet. Her eyes were empty – the pain that once filled them replaced by numbness.
She watched as the rain pounded on the street below her, endless silver ripples cascading in front of her eyes from where the water hit puddles. Each step she took was one toward nothingness. She was going nowhere; more so that she had nowhere to go. Her forehead began to heat up, and sweat along with rain and tears dripped from her brow and face.
A ragged looking shed was now in front of her, the rain droplets glittering in the deep green moss and mold growing in the shingles of the low roof.
'Drip, drip, drip, I would fall and drench the world...'
The water looked so pure, as it ran down the walls of the shack, the small, innocent drops forming a small sphere, hanging on to the edge until gravity overcame it and it fell, it fell to the ground to become nothing more than dirty water. She watched as each small orb of purity struggled to stay up, and then fell so easily. The weight of the world seemed to let nothing stay untainted.
She glanced down, her eyes glazed over, and she gripped her left arm as tightly as her weak hand would allow, and watched the muddy water run through her toes and down the street; the dark and light colors of mud mixing and swirling around her feet, a spiral of fresh and filth.
'And I would be able to touch every person, to feel their sorrows and pain...'
Despite her sea-foam green eyes, her cherry hair, she was nothing more than the muddy water on the street. She sat down, the cold overwhelming her. She leaned against the shack, shivering uncontrollably, crying, coughing, screaming into the rain. Because the rain was the only one who would listen. She did it until she had nothing left. And her green eyes glazed over, and she just gazed into the rain, unable to move.
She wasn't cold anymore. She couldn't feel her hands or toes, her mind was somewhere else. Death. Death wasn't cold. It was nothingness. She didn't want to be cold anymore. Drip, drip, drip. The pure orbs were sliding from her hair down her face. From her eyes to her neck. Drip, drip, drip. The blood was oozing out of her side, sliding down her cheek. Smeared with sweat and tears, and the rain.
Her thoughts clouded with eyes as blue as the water, hair as light as the sun, a white, reassuring grin. His blood all over her; his eyes pleading for her to save him.
'I want to know that the rest of the world is sad, too, so I know I'm not the only one feeling this way...'
She couldn't see the rain anymore. She couldn't feel the cold anymore. Her eyes lost their life, as she sat against the small shed. Her breathing slowed. I'm warm...The blood mixed into the mud, swirling along its journey into the ground.
'I want to be the rain, because the rain is pure, and I am not. Even my reasons for wanting to be the rain are impure. I just want everyone as sad as I am...'
"I loved you, Naruto."
'I love you, Sakura...' He was dead.
She just died.
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Ah, Naruto and Sakura, yikes.