"STOP IT!"
Breathing. Ragged and deep as the sound of beating hearts pounded through their ears. It echoed from the eerie silence and rung like a thousand screams.
Her screams.
…"You're only hurting us all." Sakura whispered from her fallen position on the cold ground, raindrops ruthlessly piling upon her like the weight of the world and her sanity. Her face was flooded with the obvious expression of mental pain and agony, her viridian hues consumed in desperation.
She was tired. So tired. So weak.
"J-Just stop it." She managed to sputter out while involuntarily shuddering when the chilling rain finally got to her. She felt dizzy, barely about to comprehend the fact that the battle had indeed stopped. It stopped for her sake. For her desperate cry. She didn't know if she was even glad for it as she lifted her gaze toward the two people whom held her heart. They were shattering it. Torching with unbearable flames relentlessly.
Naruto stood out in the open amongst the downpour, his head bowed and bangs shadowing his grim features as he clenched his fists tightly together. He wanted to stop, just as much as his Sakura-chan. But, he couldn't. Not if the other wouldn't give in. Not if he didn't return. He promised. Damn it — he promised.
His form was the image and definition of battered and misery as his wounds openly bled their crimson liquid. It leaked from Naruto's flesh, only to taint the rain rippling puddles with their darkening and morbid color. She wanted the blood to stop. Just stop.
He stood unmoving while his obsidian irises gazed up at the sky lifelessly, watching the angel's cried with regret and reigned over their earlier tension with despair. Sasuke was so close to severing all bonds. So close that it scared him. But… She made it stop. She halted it before anything was completely damage. Before they were completely broken.
Sakura… His eyes closed slowly as his mind relished in the fact that she still tries to mend the shatter and broken pieces. Yet, there were too many pieces. Too many regrets and nightmares that broke the thread that kept them together. He inwardly wonders if her eyes are still so green and bright. So alive. He wouldn't — no, couldn't — meet her gaze.
Or else he'll remember that he still loves her.