Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
DRABBLE COLLECTION
By: Gabbeh
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Entry 1 – Letting Go
Sakura POV
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Giving up doesn't always mean you're weak
Sometimes it just means you're strong enough to let go
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Did you ever have that feeling that everything was just right? That finally, things were falling into place?
That's what I felt when Sasuke came back.
Things couldn't have been better. And although it's close to impossible for him to show emotions as he had in his early childhood, he was still Sasuke. I wouldn't have him any other way. He made me happy, and for me, that was enough.
But happiness doesn't always last forever.
Sometimes I wonder what could have been. If Itachi hadn't massacred his clan. If Sasuke remained grounded to his decision not to let revenge cloud his mind anymore. Things could have turned out differently.
But what if's and what could have been's can never change the past, could they?
I'll always remember that night when he left me for the second time. Maybe he'll come back – but when? I doubt that I'll ever stop waiting for him. But how long was that going to take? It hurt just to think about it.
The second time was harder than the first. We came through so much already. Those memories can never be taken away.
And besides, it's hard to forget someone you know you'll always remember.
That night held a lot of sadness for me. As well as many other things. Pain. Weakness. Regret. But there was also something else that outshined the others.
Hope.
Because this night was different from the first.
He promised to come back. And I could never doubt the truth in his eyes.
Nor could I doubt the sincerity of his next action.
Subtly, as if giving me the room to pull away if I desired – he kissed me gently on the lips. And before he could step away, I kissed him back.
My mind was hazy and my eyes were closed, but there are some things about this that I'll always remember.
What it felt like to have his hand on my cheek, as if memorizing the planes of my face. The other was on my back, gently rubbing up and down.
My own hands weaving around his hair and his neck, holding them tightly – because I knew, it was almost time to let go.
And the taste of salt on our lips as tears cascaded down my face.
But the most amazing thing is that the tears weren't only mine.
They were also his.
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A teardrop is insignificant in a pool of water
but it can touch the soul as it runs down someone's face
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Author's Note: I guess this is where I can put practically any thought I have without needing to make a whole new story about it. Haha what do you guys think? :P
- Gabbeh