Only after reading the story I realized how shitty it was and decided to write it again. Pairings will still be up to voters. If anyone knows of any good story plot ideas please tell me. I'm still not sure on what I'm going to do.
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Chapter 1: Why do I still love you?
It had been December when the winter season had finally started. Summer clothing was replaced with heavy winter coats, pants, and sealed in boots. All across the city of Konoha families, couples, and friends rejoiced in their warm homes.
Smoke emitted from multiple chimneys. Hot drinks were passed around, as people ate to their hearts content. Cries of joy were heard as families reunited with each other and long lost friends after many years were brought together.
The happiness and joy almost seemed endless.
Almost.
In the more vacant side of the city a lone district remained. It's dark and suffocating atmosphere made it very distinct from the rest. The Uchiha mansion stood tall seeming superior to the rest of the neighboring houses.
From the balcony a petite form stood looking over what was her birth place. Long pink tresses swayed in the direction of the cold wind. Glossy forest green eyes looked onward. Beautiful full lashes faltered as new tears brimmed and a sob overtook her.
She firmly held onto the railing in an attempt to hold up her frame. She never once trembled from the cold despite her lack of appropriate winter clothes. Tears fell soundlessly onto the light layer of snow just as if they had never once existed, unheard and unseen.
"Why…?" She knew she wasn't getting an answer. Her hands gripped harder until knuckles turned white.
Her choked sobs went unheard by anyone but herself. She let her emotions slip out in a moment where no one could witness just how vulnerable she was. All her pent up hate, sadness, sorrow, and anger. Anger, because she knew she was the one who let it get this far.
The sobs soon subsided. Her eyes now red and puffy didn't take away from the tear stains now visible on her face. Once vibrant green eyes full of hope and joy turned up showing nothing but bitterness.
Looking down at all the decorated houses and people happily celebrating reminded her of the times she took part in them. Her whole life had been turned upside down since the day she met him.
She had for the first time found someone she truly loved and would do anything for. All the future plans they had talked about together. The genuine smiles and laughs they shared while they talked about having their very own family. She had been blissful, free of worries.
At the time she had never expected this was where she would end up.
Alone, crying her heart out. How pitiful she must've looked right now.
She had been waiting all day for him to come home. Like a dutiful wife she cleaned and cooked dinner. The food had long before gone cold, even after countless times she had re-cooked it in hopes it would have warmed up anyone who took a bite.
She walked back into their bedroom gently closing the double doors behind her. After reaching the bed they hardly ever shared she picked up her pale green robe. After sitting on the bed she slipped the robe on loving the feel of the soft material against her skin.
It had done little on taking her mind off, of things.
Sakura
The photo of our wedding day was set on top of our bedside table. He had looked happy, he had even went so far as to holding me up by my waist and spinning me around in our wedding photo.
The way we looked into each others eyes that day told me no lies. He had truly loved me. I wasn't so sure anymore. The ring on my finger was the only thing that reminded me of our commitment.
'I will love and honor you all the days of my life'
His words had sounded so sincere. I had held no doubt in his words being true.
'Until death do us apart'
Yet, it hadn't been death who tore us apart.
I got up to the sound of the front door opening. I looked over to the clock on our bedside table disheartened to see it read two-thirty. I stood facing the door waiting patiently for him to walk in.
The sight of him when he did crushed me. He looked like the person I once knew. He wasn't Sasuke. He couldn't.
After years his hair had grown out. his features were more defined and his built had gotten buffer now adorning muscular broad shoulders. He could easily intimidate many just by being in the same room as them.
I looked up at him smiling, trying my best to look past his emotionless face, in the end my smile faltered.
"Welcome home Sasuke."
He said nothing instead he walked towards me. His frame towered over my smaller one. I felt inferior.
"Sasuke..?" I loved the way he would make me laugh everyday he came home, he'd never stop talking. This silence only made me feel intimidated by him. It made me realize how he could easily crush me, humiliate me.
A surprised shout escaped my lips as he hoisted me up on his hips. He turned around and dropped me on the bed coming up between my legs to kiss me. He licked my bottom lip but I didn't open.
Clearly pissed off he resorted to biting, shocked from the pain I gasped. He wasted no time in darting his tongue in. I could taste and smell the alcohol on him now aware of the possibility he was drunk.
His hands roamed over my clothed body tugging on the clothes as a sign he wanted me to take it off. It had been the first time in a long time he'd tried to bed me.
"Sakura..I need you..very badly." His breath brushed against my ear sending shivers down my body. My mind was becoming cloudy. For the first time in a long time I felt loved by him again.
My hands made their way to Sasuke's hair gently tugging and feeling the dark smooth locks slip from my hold. Being in his arms again made me forget reason.
I leaned up and captured his lips in mine. Emotions I thought were long gone came back full force. I remembered the days we laughed, the days he told me how much he loved and needed me.
I broke away out of breath. Every emotion I was feeling could be seen in my eyes. I couldn't hide it.
"Sasuke, I love you."
He looked at me analyzing me, finally silencing me with a kiss as my mind went blank.
I had noticed it too late.
He never said it back.
Should I keep Gaara in this fanfic?
