Okay so i kow it's not the best. It was just something that came off the top of my head since i can't sleep so don't expect it to be perfect. plus, i used word pad since i just got a new computer and i don't have word yet so if things are misspelled than sorry.
I don't own Sakura or Sasuke. P.S. i'm really new to fanfiction so go easy on me, 'kay? kay.
All she could do was sit at her oak dest in her tiny, one bedroom appartment, like a statue, not moving nor blinking, even once. Staring at the bare piece of paper that lays before her, that stares back at her, practically begging her to fill it all up with every single last word in that pretty little head of hers, or that's what she imagines anyways. Over a thousand words rush through her mind, yet she just can't seem to process a single one. She hates to think that the only form of communication with him is on a damn piece of paper. Her mind is overloading, yet blank at the same time.
It's all his fucking fault!, she thinks bitterly. How could he be sofucking stupid!
"As long as i keep telling myself that i won't get caught, then, there's nothing to worry about." That sentence, that phrase, screams mockingly at her in the back of her mind every damn day!
I tried to get him to stop but i was just to damn weak! But, he still went, leaving me, lying on a bench. After a couple of moths i was shocked to wake up to a light tapping on my window, to draw the curtains and see him standing there, expecting me to let him in. which, of course, i did. Why wouldn't i? That was the first encouter between the two. Then, there was a second, a third, and a fourth one, and more after that, too many, yet, not enough.
"Sasuke, you gonna get caught! They're starting find stuff out! They say that they know where your shelter is! It's that little, one room, log cabin in the woods in Snow ,isn't it?! I know it is! An-"
"Sakura."
"-is isn't a ga-"
"Sakura."
"- not kid-"
"Sakura!"
"What!"
"I won't get caught."
I told him! I fucking told his dumb ass that he was gonna get caught! He didn't want to listen to me! Look where it's gotten him! Dumbass!
The dam breaks, the words and tears spill on the paper, flowing out of her, until she used every word that went through her brain and single drop of water in her body because he's reduced her to a sobbing mess .
And the only way to communicate with him is on this damn piece of fucking paper while he rots the rest of his life away, in prison, for life.