Sakura saw red.

Red everywhere.

Syrupy sticky red, smeared in her hair

On her dress

On the grass

Spewing from the wound

Shallow breath

She hates him so,

His death his her triumph

No

Her heart says

No

It isn't right

Gasping for breath

Sa..ku..ra sorry…for st-st..aining your dr-dr..ess

Tears

Regret

Sakura deplores

No

Not dying

Under her sword

Crying

Desperation

Who cares about the dress anymore?

N-no one, that's who

Why is she breaking down

In all her hate

She embraced him

Why?

Only she knows

I m-made y-you cr-cr-y

Is it tears of happiness?

Only she knows

Caring about him

Not caring of the past for a moment

Loving him in the last moments

Smiling

The human ice cube is smiling

Smile on the beautiful face

That usually frowns

I n-need to g-go n-now Sakura

She understands

He closes his eyes

And

Never

Opens

Them

Again

Man, this is so corny. Yet I wanted to write it anyways. Ah well, no flames por favor!