Pairing: I guess it's SaiSaku...whoa. Oh, and mentions of SasuSaku (um, duh, love them much?)
Dedication: To all those people who have had their heart broken. Did I describe it accurately enough? Me thinks so.
Disclaimer: Uh, hello, yes, this is xxgabigailxx, not (insert name of person who made up Naruto yourself because I fail and therefore forget it). I know, I know, we all wish I owned it but I do NOT because I cannot freaking draw anime, much as I try. Though I like to think I have intriguing story lines.
Type: One shot. Big surprise there.
Rating: Eh, I'll bump it up to T because of all depressing content.
Note 1: I fail at life because
Note 2: I wrote this like six freaking months ago and only just figured out how to upload on ffnet
Note 3: Which is why I am no longer depressed so don't worry! (though most of you probably don't care ^^')
Note 4: And I originally wrote this because I was depressed about my girlfriend breaking up with me (she decided she was straight and told me she just wasn't ready for a relationship which really isn't very clear when it comes to breaking things off with people) and needed somewhere to vent and Sakura is always up for being treated like shit, ne?
Note 5: I didn't mean that Saku-chan. I love you! I do! It's just, well, you do kinda get your emotions battered around a ton.
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"I don't think I like you any more."
This is all it takes for Sakura, strong, smart woman she is, to close her eyes.
Press on them hard and trytrytry to hold in the tears.
She opens them, smiles and empty smile and says:
"That's okay. We can just be friends," all the while wanting to throw up because of the churning in her stomach.
Lies chants her head as Sai looks on, smiling back hesitantly.
Sakura forgets what the excuse was but she was suddenly free from worried eyes and jet black hair, fake smiles and artist hands.
Seven little words repeat in her head, and Sakura is ready to scream.
She had like him because he was almost Sasuke, almost aloof, almost not there.
Now he wasn't. Sai had packed up. Was she unattractive? Meaner? Boring?
Her mind roved for answers and her chest burned. Right between her breasts, it ached emptily and she hadtohadtohadto keep her cool because she was Sakura-who-cried-no-more, Sakura-who-punched-the-bad-guys-and-laughed-at-the-good-ones.
Sakura, who as of now was boyfriendless, hungry, wet, tired, and altogether miserable.
Her heart ached and her head throbbed and why was she never enough? Always second rate, the person who settled, who could only be content.
Reaching for Sasuke had been like trying to hold air- impossible, fruitless.
With Sai, Sakura had a chance. She reached and could touch his feet, brush his shoes. it wa enough to bask in it, to try and stay there without reaching higher.
Now it wasn't. Sakura bit her lip and tried to hold on because the waves were beginning to crush her and she refused to bend to the pain.
She was not young, bendable Sakura anymore.
She was grown.
And grown people should learn that even trying to brush the tips of a guy like Sai was as useless as trying to touch the sky.