Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. (Unfortunately)
"This can't be happening, this can't be happening" The silence chants in my ears. Slowly growing louder, making me want to turn and run, to forget all I'd seen, to never have these memories.
But I can't. If I did, who would be there to pick me up? The answer – no one. And until I find the one that will help me to my feet, this havoc will continue.
If I ever find them.
Everyday it's the same routine. Wake up; drag myself out of bed, get ready, breakfast, training, lunch, training, dinner, and sleep. There's rarely any variation. All the while I smile but at the same time I don't.
I must be a brilliant actress because even Naruto was fooled. He's not here right now. He's off training with Jiraiya. I wonder if he ever thinks of me. I bet he doesn't, he's off having so much fun training and exploring the continent. He doesn't think for a moment that Sasuke would leave me with such a heartbreak that I can't even bare to hear his words anymore.
Sasuke.
Everyday I meditate for 30 minutes; at least that's what they think I'm doing. In reality, I'm replaying our exchange of words before he left.
Everyday I wonder why I wasn't able to keep him from leaving.
Everyday I tell myself that I'm not to blame.
And everyday, I cry myself to sleep, waiting and hoping that when I wake up it will all be just a nightmare.
Everyday, Everyday, Everyday.
Until now.
Now I realize the truth and its screams in my ear. It haunts my thoughts; it tortures my mind and heart.
It was my fault.
I should have been stronger. I should have showed him that I loved him. I should have loved him more.
He hasn't come back.
He must come back.
I'll make him come back.
"Just you wait, Sasuke…… I'll make you come back."
Not bothering to hide his footsteps, a young man with spiky blonde hair walks with mournful tread into a clearing, stopping in front of a memorial.
His dreary voice fills the air as salty tears bleed into the ground.
"Hi Sakura, it's me – Naruto."