Author's Note:

Soooo, here's another kind of plot I have for you. Might seem ordinary, yeah? Wrong. I have a good plot in mind for this one, and for once this will not be a one-shot. This chapter is kind of like a prologue only, so you can expect longer chapters in the future. I'm into writing a bit of angst and depression fics right now, and I don't know why. Probably because I'm going through a tough time myself.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, or any of its awesome characters. :D

Summary: When past lovers can still be friends, either they were never in love – or they still are. "If I could just wish away my feelings for you, I would have done so already." AU. NaruSaku.

WARNING: I revised some parts and added some important details, miniscule but important nonetheless. Also, I'm working to make the chapters longer. :)

CONTINUED AGAIN! Yaaay! Undergoing revisions, typos & grammatical errors here and there, and will work to finish it! :3 so please, support me by reading, reviewing, and spreading the word! THANKS! :D

REUNITED

"I wish I had missed

the first time

that we kissed..

'cause you broke all

your promises."

PROLOGUE - alone

Seven years have passed since he left.

Everything changed when he did so. I drew in a shaky breath as I place my hands on top of the grave in front of me. His grave. My body had grown accustomed to his absence, following a new routine as each day passes. Eat, go to work, meet some new people once in a while, go home, and sleep. Rinse and repeat.

My heart, however, was a different story. Every single day I put on an emotionless facade, with the resolve to be strong, unwavering and eyes always void of emotion. Only a few people know, for only a few people care. The rest have gone on with their lives, never looking back to the horrible past we all want to run away from. I had wanted to escape, yes, for this event was too painstakingly overwhelming for anyone of us to handle. The weak had run, but us, the strong had decided to stay. Stay by his side, until he had left, gone on and went to another world.

But I forgot to mention that when I said 'few', I only meant, the two of us.

What happened that night was not one of the best memories I'd like to recall, but it was definitely more than a blur to me. I remember every single detail, from the way the moon shined down to the very last wave shifting through the crystal waters. The whirlwind of emotions was definitely overwhelming, and it came to me at such an alarming pace every time I even dared look back on that horrible, horrible night.

You ask if I ever cried, or if anyone cried for him. The answer is yes, yes, every night since he had passed I had shed endless tears. My facade begins to crumble the moment I step foot in our 2-storey house, the house where we lived together as a couple. Did I ever tell you that we were supposed to get married, right outside our house? Living alone in that house became much, much worse because of that fact. It felt suffocating, and it made me feel like I wanted to die along with him. Staying in that building only made me remember everything, from the moment we first moved in until the last moment we shared inside.

Every time I get no more than one foot distance to that house, I start to get a sinking feeling in my chest, my dull viridian eyes regaining back the whirlwind of emotions it refuses to show just moments before. As I begin to remember everything again, to reminisce about the times when he was still here with me, tears fall down my face and I refuse to hold them back. It can't be helped, I thought, since all our memories are trapped in this lonely house.

And whenever I go there, I am trapped along with them.

You would think that in this time of grief and loss for a lonely girl like me, I'd be surrounded by friends trying hard to cheer me up and help me feel okay again. But sad to say, I have no one to run to, no one to hold on to. They've all packed their bags and left, ran away the moment the funeral, his funeral ended. Wanting so desperately to escape the broken girl left in its wake. What friends, huh?

Nobody stayed, not even one. But I couldn't blame them. No, because we all lost something when he died. Something important, something essential.

Our sanity.

Although the reasons we had were quite different.

Seven years ago, I had someone. Someone who cared, someone I could run to, someone to turn to. Someone I could possibly even love. But now that he's gone, my options have run dry. He's gone, along with the one I love, and there's nothing I can do to stop them both from leaving. One, I couldn't control. The other, I couldn't prevent. I have lost two of the most important people I ever had. The most important people I ever had. In this world, in this lonely and cruel world, I am left alone. And the thought frightens me to my very bones.

That was until an eerily familiar man with blonde, spiky hair and vibrant blue orbs hit me with his car one night as I was walking home alone from visiting Sasuke's grave. That night, no, that moment changed everything. Absolutely everything, over again.

My name is Haruno Sakura, and today I begin to tell you all about my life, my cruel, cruel life.

Short, and vague prologue.

Is it enough to keep you going? Or did it not pique your interest? Tell me what you think. :)