I'm a loser for being in this site for 3 years, and posting a story only now. First fanfic! It's inspired by Taylor Swift's song of the same name. It's not a song fic, but yeah just pick out the hints. Hehe. Not much of a Swiftie, but I really like this song. Really.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto nor All Too Well.


It's been two years. Two long years, and not a single progress.

The rosette's lips quirked to the sides, gracing it with a lonely smile at the thought as she passed the busy, yet peaceful street where Konoha's Best Cafe stood. It's nothing really. After all, it's only the place where they first met. I mean, come on. That shouldn't mean anything. Right?

Except, well, it does - and quite a lot for that matter.

Hesitating, she crossed the road when the light finally turned red. Walking in deep, shallow breaths and stopping when she reached the glass door, she thought to herself why she was so nervous.

It's not like I'll see him here. He probably forgot about what happened in this place already.

Taking a deep breath, she lifted her hands and put her sweaty palms against the knob and twisted. The bell rang, and she was greeted by the workers. After mumbling a soft hello, she shifted her gaze from them to the interior of the café, and found a cozy seat somewhere in the corner. A waiter took her order, and she started to relax a bit.

She absolutely felt ridiculous. Well, the real reason she went here was that she wanted to see him - or at least, the memory of him. And when she does see him, the real him, she'll probably run out and cry herself to sleep again. Masochistic, one might say. She couldn't help it though. He was the only person she loved enough to put his happiness before hers, and his absence might as well be the death of her.

Who, you may ask? Well, none other than Konoha's number one bachelor - at least now, he's a bachelor again - Uchiha Sasuke. She smiled wider when she remembered their first meeting.

Do you remember it, Sasuke?

The waiter returned with her order, and before she knew it, the skies had gone dark and it was almost 10pm. Sighing, she stood up and opted to leave. Walking almost lifelessly to the door, and even dropping her wallet in the process. Slightly annoyed with herself, she bent down, picked it up, and almost dropping it again when she met with the person who was supposedly entering the café.

Both were in shock, although only Sakura was able to decipher the stoic expression that he was shocked.

After recovering a bit, she flashed him the best smile she could muster, "Hi."

"Hn."

"Some things never changed." she said almost rolling her eyes, and seem to be forgetting that this was the man who still had her heart by the edge.

"Why are you out so late?"

She was taken aback by the concern in his voice.

Don't make a big deal out of it, Sak. He's just being formal.

"I didn't notice the time."

"Hn. I'll walk you home. Wait for me."

Sakura couldn't comprehend what she was feeling. He was there. The man who broke her heart, the man who still had it despite its brokenness had asked to walk her home.

Why?

Sasuke walked back to her with his order and motioned for the door, opening it and stepping aside to let her pass. As soon as she was outside, a shudder enveloped her figure. Noticing the movement, he asked, "Didn't you bring a sweater? Or a scarf, at least?"

Smiling knowingly at him, she answered, "You still have my scarf, remember? Or... maybe not anymore, but I never got it back."

Remember, Sasuke?

Not a single emotion of response, he handed her his scarf, and she placed in on her neck after mumbling a soft thank you. They walked silently, but not the same silence that they shared when they were still together. It was full of tension, and Sakura almost regretted wishing to see him. It didn't make any difference. It didn't prove that she's moved on, and it certainly didn't contribute to her progress - if she had any.

They passed a curb, and the memory almost shocked her to tears. They met an accident here. While driving home, they were almost ran over by a truck because... because he was caught up looking at her as she laughed. It was so silly that Sakura laughed harder that moment instead of getting worked up like he was.

Do you remember that, Sasuke?

Sakura thought it took forever to get to her apartment, but also that that forever was too short. At her door, she turned while avoiding his gaze and blushing.

"Thank you, Sasuke." she said while handing him his scarf.

Although he doesn't know it, that gratitude meant more than just for the walk home.

"Would you like to come in for a drink?"

"Sakura," his tone was almost apologetic, guilty even. But they had a hint of warning in them. A warning that's telling her not to get her hopes up.

"I know. What was I thinking?" she let out a small laugh. "I know, Sasuke. It's long gone. There's nothing to be done. I'm okay with that."

He didn't reply. He simply stared at her for a few minutes, before saying his good bye.

It broke her heart that he didn't tell her otherwise, and just walked away. Well, what was she expecting? For him to take her into his arms and whisper her the things she longed to hear? That he wanted her back? That he didn't really mean what he said when he broke up with her? That it was only a cruel joke that he and Naruto came up with to make her miss him?

A cruel joke that lasted for two years? Oh, please.

Closing the door lightly, and pressing herself to it to hear his light footsteps. She broke down. All her broken pieces that she kept together since they met again came crashing down on the floor as she choked on her tears with Sasuke's name stuck in her throat.

"Where did we go wrong, Sasuke? Where did I go wrong?" she whispered into her sobs.

She stayed there, crumpled for a time.

When she was sure she's able to carry herself again, she walked to her kitchen, and was almost slammed against the wall by the flashback that hit her.


"Sakura?" The raven-haired man asked his girlfriend who was leaning on the sink in the middle of the night.

After gasping for some air, she turned to look at him. Red, puffy emerald eyes met obsidian ones.

"I had a nightmare."

The Uchiha's face softened as he walked closer to her, enveloping her in his warm hug before whispering countless I love you's into her ear. He let her cry into his shirt as he drew soft circles on her back. After a few minutes, when the sobbed had died down, he took her right hand in his left, put her left arm around his neck, and his right around her waist. All the while humming a soft tune.

He swayed her, and she let him. And that made her nightmare seemed so insignificant. Why should she be afraid? He was there for her, and he promised her that. He promised her the eternal love that her parents never fulfilled.


And yet again, she was let down by someone whom she could have given her everything to.

Do you remember, Sasuke?

Knowing she won't survive the night, she immediately rushed to her room, and there, cried herself as much as her heart allowed - remembering still, the man who made her into the broken shards she was now. The man that she still trusted with her heart no matter how broken it is now.

She closed her eyes, and fell into her pool of feelings and losing herself to sleep, but not before she heard a knock on her door.

Jolting upright, fear crept up her spine. It was closing to midnight, and she didn't find a reason for anyone to be visiting her.

In all her depressed state, she stood up as another set of knocks came. Too crestfallen to care for her own safety, she walked out of her room and approached her door, deciding that she couldn't care less if it was a murderer. They couldn't hurt her. She lost everything she cared about.

What met her at the other side of the door was something she was completely not ready about.

Standing there with his arms held up and holding a scarf - her scarf - was Uchiha Sasuke.

"I remember it all too well."


Well... it was better in my head okay? Cut me some slack yo, but open for reviews and constructive criticism. ^_^

Hope it was worth you time. :)