"Wait," I call. I run after him, trying to keep up with his impossibly long, tall man-CEO strides, but for every step he takes I'm running three. I'm already out of breath but his stone cold-(angel)-face just keeps looking ahead, never back. I need to catch up, before he is out of my reach forever –but too late, he's gone, gone, gone. I can't even see him anymore –nothing but a pathetic view of his back, that's disappearing all too quickly.

I cry. I sob out, "Wait. Don't –DON'T…!" I choke off, he won't hear me, he never does.

But then he stops, and so does my heart. What's he gonna do, I don't know. I don't know, I never did.

He turns around. I wish I could too, and then I'd run, run, run with my face burning red, and my heart thump-thump-thumping in my ears, my little feet going pitter-patter, but I can't even move because I'm frozen, like time has suddenly abandoned me, all alone.

He's standing in front of me now, his head towering at least a foot above my head.

"Aa, Sakura." His voice is like heaven-sweet-chocolate –bLiSs.

My lips go dry, and my words crack, but still they tumble out like a waterfall that's been held back by a dam for too long, and it's too late to stop it now, my mouth is already moving, my heart is spilling out onto the ground by my feet.

"Don't…don't leave me again," I whisper, my voice barely passing through my lips. Even so, he hears, because how could he not when he's trained all his life to detect sounds even quieter than this. Pity he's never heard me before.

He narrows his eyes, I can't read his expression. My hoarse whispered words are like tomato juice, splashing on his no doubt expensive yukata and leaving their mark, and never fading.

The tears finally come, and absentmindedly I wonder why they didn't arrive earlier. I can't breathe, and my lungs are constricted, the wind catches in my throat.

He smirks, but a gentle smirk.

"What makes you think I will?" He murmurs softly, and I don't really believe my ears are working at first.

I look into his eyes, try to see the lie, and open my mouth to speak, because there are so many reasons I could give him for why I need him to stay, and why he might leave.

But before a sound escapes my mouth, he reaches for my hand, holds it for a moment, and then he's gone.

I look down, there's a little candy heart in my palm, and it's everything I need, it's sparkling like the world can't compare.

ILY.

Three simple little letters, on a candy heart, not even on Valentine's Day. He's so...unorthodox.

I smile and the tears are suddenly pouring down my face, but this time they're joyful tears, relieved, celebrating.

ILY.

You're everything to me-

small, crying child-

delicate, clamshell pink-

piercing jade(watermelon)lime-

fragile, breakable-

protected-

shining-bright-cheerful-the sun-

smiles-

spring blossom-

the one I love-

Sakura.

ILY.

A/N:

Sasuke's really unorthodox. LAME. not even Valentine's Day. XD

Enjoy, thanks, R&R.