Looking at the small blue pills in her hand, Sakura feels the melancholy threaten to take over. She knows it's wrong but… she lets them spill from her hand anyways, watching the choppy water swallow them forever. They're gone, and soon the obnoxious orange bottle is too. A thrill tingles up her spine and she lets out an uninhibited scream. The scream blossoms into laughter as she turns and runs down the dock.
He's waiting where he always is, out in the waves. She grabs her board from the sand before sprinting for the welcoming waves. Even through her wetsuit she feels the chill of the bay area water, and she wouldn't have it any other way. It awakens the part of her that is otherwise dead; that has been for years. Ever since reality hit her and she lost herself. The frothy waters do that for her. And he does too. Sasuke always does, even though he's the source of the emptiness.
She paddles out to him, her strong shoulders doing all of the work. She sits up to straddle her board, coasting to his side. His smirk is as maddening as ever, but she has no time to remark on it. A wave is coming.
There is nothing comparable to the high she feels when she first stands on her board. Those first crucial moments when she is trying to find the balance needed for each unique wave fill her with exhilaration that heroin junkies can only dream of. Her eyes find Sasuke's and she sees the same thrill reflected in the depths of his black irises. Nothing has ever felt so unabashedly wonderful.
But with every high is a crash. When Sakura awakes the next morning, the world has once again lost its vibrancy. Everything is grey and heavy and wrong. Her breakfast is bland and makes her feel sick. In a sudden fit of rage she tears the calendar off of the wall when she sees the date. Wiping her eyes before her makeup smears, she grabs her things to leave as quickly as possible. The books in her messenger bag are all too heavy for her suddenly fragile frame. She opens her cabinet to look for her antidepressants only to remember she tossed them… again. Good riddance. They don't actually help anyways. They only maintain appearances. They allow her to put on a happy face, but on the inside she remains empty, completely void of anything. Why should she have to hide her turmoil?
The bike ride to her biology class helps a bit, but as soon as she dismounts and the wind on her face is gone, so is her unusually chipper mood. Until she spots him.
Sasuke leans against an old beat up van, both of their surfboards strapped to the top. "What are you doing here?" She questions, a deep frown set in place and tears in her eyes. "The ceremony starts in-"
His lips on hers are urgent and demanding, like the pull of a big wave. She gasps when he pulls away and plants her hands on his chest. "But you're getting married!"
He kisses her again, just as fiercely. "No." He mutters in between kisses. "Never." He kisses her again before opening the passenger door and lifting her up into it. "Now let's go to the beach."
