A/N: Still in this odd mood of mine but whatever. Another little drabble. Don't own Naruto, but I like to pretend I do. Waiting...
She hated him.
She hated herself.
She was sick of waiting.
All the sympathetic whispers, all the pity looks, everything.
She was always the one waiting for him, even when he never asked her to, there she was waiting, always waiting. She was always looking out for him, and he never for her. There she was always by his side, but he had left them, left her. So why was she still waiting?
Why?
Because I love him.
So she did the only thing she could, she left. This was her revenge. So when he'd return, if he ever returned he'd find no one there waiting for him. A love long lost, gone forever. Then he'd have to wait for her, it'd be his turn. Except she'd never return, never again, not to the arms of the one who had destroyed her, who she had let destroy. Because this was her revenge, or so she'd like to believe.
