well this is not mine, I just translated it and I hope that you'll like it, and I apologise if there is something written wrong :)

The Trust

She was sitting on the bench and wasn't making a move. I didn't understand many things. I didn't understand why she had chosen me, I didn't understand why she was trusting me so much, even though we don't know well each other. I was having so much questions, but the answers were fading away somewhere in the air between us. We barely knew each other since yesterday, but her behavior towards me is like she knows me since ages. She knew when I was telling her the truth and when I was lying. For such a short period of time I started to hate her, but I stayed with her, without any reason.

She was sad with her eyes full of tears… she wasn't telling me what had had happened to her. She was hiding that deep inside of her. I didn't understand why I wanted so badly to know the true. Why I was caring so much about her and why was this happening to me?

"Where did you graduate?" she asked me. Why I was continuing to be with her?

"In one university in Chicago." I answered annoyed, staring into her eyes.

It was late at the night. We were at the park "Djik", sitting on a broken bench in front of a lake.

"This started to piss me of. Tell why did you choose me?" I wanted everything to be over as soon as possible. This mystery… it was annoying me and at the same time was making me happy. I haven't met a girl like her till now.

"You are not like the others… Your eyes… they are full of loneliness and pain." she paused for a moment and then continued again. – I was raped. What's your justification? – I shaked my head lightly. She was so fragile…

"Listen… the abort is…"

"No!" she cut me out. "The abort is murder. How can you that easily take away someone's life."

"No, not if it's still embryo." I explained to her. We were talking on this topic since yesterday. The topic was hurtful, but it was comforting her.

"The time… The time changes everything." she was talking and sometimes I couldn't understand her.

"It's not like you life is depended on me, right?"

"Everyone's life is depending on that with who is that person." our eyes were staring each other. We were understanding each other, we were talking on one language. Everything was so easy…

"What makes you to think that way?" I asked her.

"What about you? Don't you agree with me? " she was stubborn. "Stop answering on my questions with questions. Just answer."

"In this conversation is me strength."

"What about in personal?" another question.

"There aren't any answers. If there are no answers, then there is nothing that we can discuss." everything is just plain.

She stood up from the bench and started to walk around. Her pink hair was shaking in every direction. Her green eyes… never stops to seem red, from the cries.

"I want we to talk." she said simply.

"You are repeating this since yesterday and till now you haven't said anything. You are asking about my life, and you are trying to compare it with yours." she stopped walking and gazed at the lake. After that she turned around and sat next to me again. She didn't look at me anymore.

"It happened on my friends' birthday…"

From then everything began. She told me what had happened. How the pervert raped her and how she decided to keep the child. After that conversation I never met her again.

I remembered her story….

Her pink hair….

Her green eyes full of sadness…

And her name…

Sakura Haruno…