A/N: Okay people this is the first chapter to the newly revised Mistakes! Read and review loves, I wanna know if you hate it, love it, or wanna blow it up ^.^

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, its characters, nor do I hold the rights to any of its merchandise. I do, however, own a leaf village headband

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her arms and legs wrapped around the man above her. He thrust in, deep and slow, seeming to love her soft, breathy moans.

'Sasuke' she whispered. His thrust came faster, as if he were trying to fill her with himself. She could feel herself getting smaller and smaller inside, he was there now, filling each and every single part of being. Jade eyes clouded over while she begged without words for more. She wanted to lose every bit of herself and be his forever.

'Take it, take me. I'm yours, I'm yours…'He groaned in pleasure, and Sakura knew he was close to his limit. The rosette held him tighter, trying to keep him there forever. The raven could no longer resist his release and poured his essence, poured himself into her.

It was so beautiful to her, to finally be his lover, truly his wife. Warm tears left her eyes as she came with a soft cry. Warm obsidian eyes melted her heart," Shh, love it's all right." And he kissed her.

She'd never felt so beautiful.

And yet she didn't dare open her eyes. If she did, she'd be forced to acknowledge the painful reality that was her marriage… that was her life. She didn't want to see his cold eyes looking down at her. She didn't want to see him taking from her body as if she were a cheap harlot. Sakura didn't want to feel him roll off of her and leave the bed. She didn't want to hear him shut the door or the deafening silence that always seemed to follow.

It broke her heart every time.

For a long while it like she was in a vacuum, there was no sound or color. The rosette stared at the ceiling trying to remember the last time they'd made love or even spoke. She tried to remember a night where she didn't cry herself to sleep. She tried and tried and tried, but those memories were too old and faded.

She wanted to go back to the first year of marriage, the only time Sasuke ever seemed to love her. He would is hold her against him like a husband should, and run his fingers through her hair, always telling her how beautiful it was, how beautiful she was. Now, it seemed, he could barely stand to look at her, let alone touch her. She was trapped in an emotional desert, cut off from love at all sides.

It hurt.

No physical wound could ever even hope to replicate the pain it cause her to lose everything. She'd finally been given genuine love from an amazing man, treated like a princess, then, like a wicked witch's spell, it had all been taken from her. It was the first time she never had to earn her love from anyone and, just as quickly as it was given, it was stolen away from her

Sakura wasn't sure when it happened, yet she still found herself sitting in a bath tub, partially aware of the freezing cold water surrounding her only, she was far too wrapped up in melancholy to care. The cold numbed her mind and soothed the dull ache in her heart. . A weight settled on her chest as she sank into the water.

/Its okay Sakura, just close your eyes and disappear for a while, it won't hurt as much-- I promise. /

I promise

There was a large, magnificent bridge in the center of town. The aged stone told decades, perhaps century's worth of stories. Sakura had always loved to go there on the festival nights, very few people knew about it despite its large size and that made her love it even more: it was a secret all her own. The fireworks exploded over head, adding to the night sky's natural beauty. She didn't think of anything that could have made her any happier.

"Sakura-chan." A warm hand wrapped around her own as she found herself corrected.

"Sasuke-san." Another wave of fireworks crashed across the sky. He wrapped his arms around her gently, pulling her as close as he could. A soft blush spread across her cheeks

"It's so beautiful Sasuke," Sakura said leaning her head on Sasuke's shoulder, her eyes glowing in the reflection of the fireworks. He smiled warmly, "I have something much more beautiful in my arms."

"Sasuke!?" Butterflies fluttered around in her stomach, she couldn't breathe, and for a moment, it felt as though she were floating on cloud nine. They leaned in close, lips touching. She didn't know what to do, where her hands should go. So she let him kiss her, and kiss her, and kiss. When his tongue slid into her mouth to tasted her she allowed it, hoping that he would love her even more for it. Fireworks exploded behind them and Sakura thought with a cloudy mind, that she could die right then and there, in the arms of a man she loved.

Dark spots danced behind her eye lids while her lungs struggled for air. If she died now she wouldn't have to look at herself anymore and see the failure she'd become. If she let the life slip out of her now then she could die, sweet and innocent, with the taste of his love on her lips. He would find her there, cold and limp, in the freezing cold water.

Would he cry for her? Would he hold her close and beg her to come back?

'Sakura, I need you you'

Maybe her death could make him love her again. Even if it didn't, even if he forgot about her as soon as the funeral was over, she'd still be happy knowing he could find someone better. That he could have a sweeter, prettier wife that could take care of him. The thought alone was comforting.

"Sakura!"

'I'm sorry Sasuke...'