PROLUGUE
This is a NaruSakuSasu story rated T because I'm a teen, and well, I have a teen mind…I might not continue this plot, but I kinda like it…whaddya think?
I'll ask before the final chapter whether you want Sakura to end up with Sasuke, or Naruto. Beware, I'll end the chapter before the vote with all three's perspectives, so it might be hard ^^
DISCLAIMER: Naruto is not mine. It is Kishimoto's.
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I'm all alone, here in Konoha. Why don't you come for me? Maybe you're here too, but I doubt it. No one likes me here, they don't say what they think, and I know they're thinking about me, or maybe they are saying it, but not to my face…
I need you now, more than I've ever needed anything…
Air doesn't count.
Baka.
Or maybe you're a genius?
Come soon so I can know…
Her face slowly creased in a smile, a sad, deliberate smile, one that required strength to steady that heartfelt grin. Her fingers caressed the crisp paper, black ink drying. Deep desire swam in her chest, as she longed for one of her letters to be answered.
She carefully tugged the paper, and slid it into a fresh envelope. Her wild pink locks brushed the paper in the lowlight, and her emerald eyes were dazzling as clasped the paper in her hands. She tip-toed across her small room, wearing a short red shirt, and a large white turtle neck that hugged her throat, wait and wrists, but sagged over the inch-high trim. She wore no shoes as she slunk across her wood flooring, rugs blotching the floor. She eased her closet door open, careful to avoid the scattered clothing articles. She knelt down, and yanked the cardboard box that sat beneath looming clothes, hanging from hangers. She neatly stacked the envelope with it's predecessors. She smiled over the box, as she heard a groan from her Mom's room.
She froze, eyes wide, body stilled with fear. Moments slid by, and the silence remained undisturbed. She stood, shut the door, and crossed the room, clicking off the light by on the desk, and slithering into bed, glancing at her alarm.
1:00am
Great, school in seven and a half hours.
Maybe I'll die in my sleep…
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To my one true love, whoever you may be…
November 23rd of one of those pointless months without you…
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