Extreamly sick, so I edited the best I could... although it still may have some mistakes.
When you're lost, look at the facts and get back on track. That was her unspoken and passive philosophy. Sakura's not a stupid girl, she knows that the world has evils and that innocence is easily lost to the malicious. She knows that she hasn't suffered even a fifth of some people in the world. Can she help that she hasn't experienced the bitter bite of life? Is she justified for her small, but yet still fulfilling life, when there were others who were tormented so much more than her?
These were the questions that were brought up when she was with him. She unlocked the worlds mysteries, questioned fate and destiny, and completely lost herself… and, for the first time, she didn't know if she wanted to look at the facts and get back on her steady pathway toward her future.
In the beginning, he was just a pretty face, one standing amongst many; but still that face, although unwillingly, captured attention. Those eyes, a dark inky color that seemed endless in their depth, were filled with pain and anguish and had seen things that no one of any age should ever see, and yet they still held many hearts captive in their ever going, intense stare. Her heart was no exception.
She was never an exception… always following the rules, only rebelling in her own mind- and even then, she pretended that it wasn't her, but someone else. Inner Sakura, said, suggested, and knew things that she herself would never ever…
Maybe that is why he rejected her all those years ago, all those times he casted her off, her heart felt heavy at the memory. The feeling of not being anted, not even for friendship by him, the one person she trusted with her heart… or so she thought.
She did not know when her crush turned to love, but she was only twelve… how was she supposed to know? But, sometimes she would look at him and her heart thudded with a beat that overtook her whole body. Making her walk to it, and making a smile grace her face that just wouldn't go away. She could only figure it was one thing… and the forcefulness of it, the pull to somehow protect him, weak as she is. But, she settled into the role of caretaker.
Until he left, that is. Left everyone and everything. Left her. The pain of his betrayal left her numb and wanting to cut out her own heart; her heart and with it the love he had, once again, turned away. Her feelings were discarded, and she felt pathetic and every bit as useless as he had always said she was.
She hated his insensitivity, his stupidity, his selfishness. She hated him so much she could feel the rage of fire heat her body from the inside.
But she still loved him, above all.
And the raging fire she knew was only for his stupidity, why didn't he take and help? What if he got hurt? When will he realize that his cold façade will only destroy him?
It was then she felt the need, to bring him back and protect him forever. Because let her be damned if he were to die while she was still breathing. Let her be damned than to have him away from home.
So she trained. She would no longer be a burden. She would no longer be anything but a chariot to bring him home.
She would bring him back.
If she had to fight him, she would.
If she had to hurt him, she would.
If it meant countless hours slaving over her flaws trying to beat them out into perfection, and screams of anguish as she made herself ready to compete with him… she would do it.
Because without him there are no facts, and she would be forever lost.