S-S: This little drabble was adapted from an entry in my diary. So yes, I am very messed up. I also clearly do not own Naruto.
Sakura writes because she can.
She used to write for others, but not anymore. When she was little she wrote for her parents. Little tiny child's babbles that came from her unsteady crayon that she held in her small hand, her little gifts to mother and father when she really appreciated something that they did for her. Then her birthday cards and Christmas cards to her parents got fancier as she grew older and more able to hold a pen. For one of her birthdays, she got a big fat dictionary full of long words with complicated meanings. She would curl up into the plush armchair that was too large for her and prop the dictionary on one leg and her latest fantasy book on her other leg.
When her parents stopped reading what Sakura wrote, she had to find others to read her work. She asked her friends, and they were pretty good at being an audience. Ino would always tell Sakura exactly what she liked and disliked about the writing, even if her opinions were horrid.
But she mostly used to write for Sasuke.
Words used to flow from her pen and she would write them just to make Sasuke look over her shoulder and read along. Every essay and sonnet and novel and tinny scrap of haiku would be worth the cramping wrist and the sore eyes, because Sasuke would be willing to read every word. She would have written her soul out with a crayon onto the back of a used homework sheet if only Sasuke would glance at the words. She would write, and he would read, and Sakura thought that was enough. But no matter how much Sakura wrote or how wonderful the story was or how beautiful the poetry sounded, Sasuke would never smile when he read.
So Sakura wrote more. She took classes in writing of all sorts and her vocabulary grew and her speech became more eloquent. Her blood became bogged down with ink and her soul was written on paper. And Sasuke still did not smile.
She wrote best-sellers, tragedies that could rival Shakespeare's, learned to convey the most powerful emotions with both the most and the fewest words.
Sasuke did not smile.
And eventually, Sakura began to stop smiling as well.
So now Sakura writes because she can.
She writes because writing is a doorway. She can write a doorway, open it, step inside, and then shut the door behind her. The door can take her anywhere she wants it to, but Sakura likes it best when the door simply leads away. Through the door, she can go to new places, far away worlds, lost times, and places where Sasuke could smile. But sometimes when she walks through the door, she can simply go.
So sometimes Sakura writes a door so that she may step inside and look around at a world so different from her own.
But sometimes Sakura writes a door so that she may shut it behind her.