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Sakura
Amarxlen
"They'll all be gone soon."
He watches as the pink petals fall down in a frenzy as the wind rips them from their proper places and deposits them unceremoniously onto the ground and inwardly he laughs at the irony of the allegory, like the petals are shards of a shattered psyche and the wind is pulling them away, not one by one, but bunch by bunch, soon to leave nothing left. He lets a wry smile towards the tree grace his face and places his hand on the trunk, gently brushing calloused fingers to caress the rough surface, not perfect in any sense of the word, but somehow wretchedly right.
"We can come back again next year."
And so the blond did, everyday, waiting and hoping, underneath it all prepared for his hope to burn, not surprised when it did, even if the accompanying blow to his bruised heart pained him unexpectedly. Today is no different, he realizes as the sun dips lower to the horizon, dancing too quickly to kiss the earth. The day is ending too fast and with an unpredictably sharp pain he understands that there is no 'next year'.
Desperately now, he presses his palm closer to the tree and looks up to the topmost exposed branches, hoping against hope there would be another figure there, a figure that would look down at him with a smirk, a familiar goading smirk that he feels he wouldn't mind so much, if only it were still there. And when he sees no familiar figure wearing an infuriating smirk a warm tickling sensation begins in his throat and it becomes harder to swallow as his vision grows cloudy.
"Yeah."
The tears begin to fall, heavy, thick and fast, and he collapses to his knees, frantically gathering up the blossoms in his arms and then standing again as he presses them firmly against the tree's rough bark, silently willing them to bloom again, to stay on the branches just a little bit longer. It's twilight now as he hysterically pulls more flowers from the ground, freeing the ones currently in his hands to fall again, and he sobs harder than ever, switching from willing to accusing.
"You said we'd come back next year! That we'd come back together!"
Still, he sobs, and finally releases the abused and crumpled petals and falls to his knees once more, eyes shut tightly, hands clamped against his ears, trying to make the picture of the tree disintegrate, trying to make the half promises and agreements fade from his hearing.
"You promised," he accuses.
"So why aren't you here?" he half mutters, half wails to the pink stained ground, as he buries his face in the soft petals closing his eyes against the darkness.
"Let's come back together."
A/N: This is based on a dojinshi I just downloaded from SasuxNaru. is .Love Scanlations - it's also called Sakura and the quotes are from it.
And in the beginning (I felt this needed clarifying) the petals as "shards of a shattered psyche" means Sasuke's very frayed, torn, and shattered mind (PTSD does that to a person), the wind in this case being Itachi, with whom Sasuke is, has always been, and always will be obssessed with - he doesn't know anything else. Itachi truly does govern his life.
That being said, I hope you enjoyed it!