Sakura cried. It was her forte; it was what she was known for. Perhaps not what she would like her small claim to fame to be but she dealt with it as best she could. She both loved and loathed the liquid diamonds that tricked out of her bloodshot eyes leaving a trail of wetness down her cheek. They were her dirty pleasure. They were a constant, forever there and eternally shameful. Naruto never liked to see her cry, he had said so many times. Yet because of her tears he did better, fought harder, was better. He left.
Sasuke was always disgusted by her tears. She liked to think that it was because he no longer could. He was jealous of her. Her dirty pleasure was wanted elsewhere, was needed elsewhere. It gave her a certain pervasive delight that she could withhold something from him, he that had held so much from her. He told her to stop being weak, to stop showing the weakness so easily. She couldn't.
Kakashi never spoke of it. Only shake his head and protect her, her and her inabilities. He understood. They had a certain understanding she and him, both been to the same places merely different faces to put a name to.
Ino never understood. She tried the typical way to cheer a girl up. Sakura wasn't normal though. The two girls thought on different planes of thought, whether one was above, below, or in a different dimension all together was a question with no answer. Ino never tried to comprehend, Sakura couldn't blame her.
She didn't know why she sobbed bitterly, why she was always weeping. There was the answer and then there was the real answer. She knew the answers. She didn't know the truth though she thought about it, dreamed about it. It eluded her, dancing away just as she had almost seized it with feverish mind.
She stopped. Eventually the tears stopped their trickling and she just smiled no longer pondering on the why's of tears instead letting a cheshire grin decorate her face. Tears kept no one, her young life proved that. Smiles kept people, so she grinned and bore her burdens eyes lacking the gleam to make it real. No one noticed anyway.
Another thing I found in my folder and decided to let it see the light of day. Reviews are enjoyed immensely and the reviewer is loved more than my mother's home made fudge (which is loved an insane amount).