disclaimer: Naruto is certainly not mine.
title: after the rain (silent solitude)
summary: it'd been three days since he'd left, and she was certain she would die like this, huddled up in the floor, sick with despair.
notes: First story on this account. And uhm. Angst. Like, damn it. Not what I had planned. Terribly short and just. I apologize.
Broken glass and wood splinters littered the once-glossy wooden floor of her room. She'd been here for some time, not certain of the hour. Tears had long dried on her cheeks, wasted in solitude.
Her hair fell messily about her face, a curtain of pink to hide the chaos around her. She shivered, cold; she couldn't remember the last time she'd been warm.
Thunder rumbled and the warm stormy breeze fluttered the curtains covering the shattered windows. Book pages littered the floor, ripped from the novels that once housed them.
The vase that usually held a small flower lay in pieces on the floor, the flower's petals torn and flattened, brown beginning to show through the faded color.
The silence rang in her ears, an annoying ("You're still annoying.") buzzing noise that prevented her from thinking.
This was partially a blessing, she supposed. If she didn't think, she didn't hurt. But when she didn't think, she was left with nothing. She needed to get up and do something, move, break something—
(Broken like your heart, that's what you get for spilling it out for him to see.)
The words – Her Confession – had poured out of her mouth with ease. The panic made it easier that she'd anticipated. She'd laid her heart out to him, let it bleed, throbbing pathetically just to try and capture his attention.
(Bleeding just like your knuckles, punching windows isn't healthy.
Bleeding love, bleeding desperation, it was always something else – something else for Sasuke-kun.)
She trembled with another clap of thunder, raindrops beginning to whisper through the trees.
A soft, lost sigh left her lips and she felt hot tears burn her eyes. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to push away the darkness that kept coming back to her, haunting her.
It'd been three days since he'd left, and she was certain she would die like this, huddled up in the floor, sick with despair.
Bitterness filled her mouth and she grit her teeth, tears escaping her eyes despite her efforts to contain them.
His name fell from her tongue, a whimper lost amidst her mourning. Three syllables—
(It's always three syllables, isn't it, Sakura? 'Sasuke-kun', 'I love you', it's all the same.)
and a rush of pain in her chest were all she had left to cling to, drowning even after the storm had past, leaving a mess in its wake.
She sat up and curled her knees to her chest, resting her cheek on her knees.
And just like that, she listened to the world fall apart in silence.
notes: i swear, i can't get the stupid format to look right. /cry