Wondering
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Rippon
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Summary:
(Death-fic) There were no floating Sakura petals to tell him she had heard. Maybe she was finally tired of listening to him. Maybe she was finally tired of waiting. (Implied SasuSaku-possibly one-sided) One-shot
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Breeze.
He is sitting there. Just sitting. Nothing more. What else can you do at a grave?
Sunlight.
What else can you do at her grave? There is nothing he can do but sit.
Ground.
The whole of his life, she has been there beside him. Now, it is his turn to sit beside her.
Stream.
She was a loud, chirpy thing- always popping around and smiling.
Guilt.
He is a quiet man by nature.
Flaws.
He can never be as happy as she had always seemed.
Pain.
He is unworthy to try to imitate her. She was Spring. He is not even good enough to be called winter.
Longing.
If only he knew. If only he saw.
Hatred.
Or maybe he did know, and was too stubborn to care.
Anxiety.
"Did you ever know?"
Tears.
"Did you ever know that I love you?"
Heartache.
"I do love you. I always have. I-I just didn't understand why."
Understanding.
"But now, now I do. I love you."
Truth.
"I love you… because you are Sakura."
Wistful.
"I love you, because you are Sakura."
Regretful.
"I love you because you are Sakura. And because you are Sakura… I never told you."
Melancholy.
"Because I never told you… you never knew."
Wondering.
"Do you hear me Sakura? Do you know?"
Silence.
He receives no answer. He gets no sign. It is always the same. He will come to talk to her. He says the same things everyday.
And everyday he obtains nothing in return.
He wishes she would answer, so that he will know that she knows.
But she is silent, unlike she used to be.
Perhaps she is done listening to him. Perhaps she is done believing everything he says.
He sighs.
Perhaps she is done waiting for him…
Her whole life was spent waiting for his pathetic return.
She died waiting for him.
Perhaps she is done.
Perhaps now she can live.
Perhaps, in death, there is life.
He will never know. She will not answer him.
He sighs again.
He stands up, and dusts off his clothes.
Perhaps she will talk to him one day.
He walks off.
He will try again tomorrow.
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Owari.
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Cringes OKAY, OKAY! I know! I'm waaaaaaaaay behind on the times with updating. shrinks under glares But lately I've been COMPLETELY obsessed with Saku-centric stories. Ugh, it's as if I'm feeding my hunger for ass kicking through our favorite pink-haired nin…
BTW- this is NOT a Sasuke-nice-nice story. I hate him! He's such an asssssss! Besides blushes and goes dreamy-eyed Itachi-kun is MUCH better…
Yeah, yeah, I know. Why write stories that pair him up with the main character… well… because I'm psychotic that's why.
Jan Ne, and review Por Favor!