He stood up abruptly. She turned to look towards him, hesitation and confusion obvious within her eyes. He strode forward, disregarding her pitiful form. He fastened his pace, legs not ceasing to wait for the woman whom he had just shred of virginity from.
Eyes widened in fear, she suddenly gasped. Her mouth desired to stop him. Her mind screamed for his name. His figure gradually camouflaged with the darkening backdrop, shoulders hunched forward and determinedly not looking back.
Memories of his touch disappeared along with his presence. A sudden, immense pain coursed through her body, seeming to exhaust her both physically and emotionally. She started to sob, unable to accept the obvious signs of humiliation and shame. Her knees buckled down beneath her, unintentionally creasing the many scarlet carnation petals that mocked her unforeseen suffering.
As a shaking hand reached for the bandage that concealed her eyes, an uncontrollable sob escaped from her lips making her flinch from the pain. A red-coloured tear trailed down her bruised face, showing the contrast between the two sources of pain. Her heart pounded fast within its cage, wanting to be let free of its prisoner. It wouldn't stop.
'Since last night,' she mused to herself.
Months passed by quicker than what she would have liked. She was finally able to cover up the even that had occurred between her and Sasuke. But, suspicions as to her sudden illness and frequent trips to the bathroom were aroused.
Raw anger and disappointment were all she could decipher as her own father almost beaten her to death. She was moments away from death before her mother's cry stopped his doings.
She came out alive only to be hurt by the fact that she lost her vision. She was now a useless good, both blind and impure.
So engrossed within her thoughts, she was unaware of the creaking of the door signalling the entry of another. Well- concealed footsteps trespassed her only territory. A cold touch startled her from her thoughts. She started to turn only to stop at the familiar smell of the intruder, recognising it as between vanilla and pine trees. A distinct male's odour.
"I…," he faltered at first,"…just want to say how…sorry…I am…"
Her shoulders began to slightly shake under the feel of his touch. She clenched her fists not wanting to show him the result of their bonding had upon her.
"I…,"she began before he interrupted her with the very same words she feared.
"Let's forget about what happened. We were never meant to be," he bluntly stated before soundlessly leaving her trembling with unsuppressed grief.
The door clicked shut, dismissing his presence away from her. The still silence blinded her hearing and embraced her within its clutches as she broke down with distraught.