Hi everyone :)

I honestly don't know what this is, I wrote it on my phone at like 5 AM cuz' I couldn't sleep xD

Anyways, I don't have any real warnings for this, maybe angst if my writing is good enough lol.

Enjoy!

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My mother used to say, in this life you will be loved one and a half times, the half being the love from your parents

I didn't believe her until I met him at a birthday party when I was thirteen.

Sasuke Uchiha, I mean.

He was beautiful, with his pale skin, midnight hair and impossibly black eyes.

Even at that age I understood how attractive he was.

I spoke to him for the first time that day.

It was a one-sided conversation that left me feeling embarrassed and asking my father if we could leave the party early.

We didn't, he said it was rude.

The second time I spoke to him, Sasuke, was when he transferred to the same jr high as me.

This was a year after the party.

This time, it was a two-sided conversation. It earned me the nickname "dobe". I was happy that day.

That week me and Sasuke became good friends.

That year we became very good friends.

In high school we became lovers.

Our lives wheren't short of perfect.

We had good grades,

We had our parents,

We had friends,

We had eachother.

I couldn't ask for more.

My parents died in a traffic accident my last year of highschool.

The loss didn't have as great of an impact as it should have.

I still had Sasuke. I loved him, and he loved all my pain away.

We went to the same college.

We met a girl named Sakura.

We three became good friends.

She and Sasuke became very good friends.

She and Sasuke became lovers.

When I found out I wasn't sad.

I wasn't angry.

Obviously, me and him broke up, went our separate ways.

He and Sakura married and shortly after Sakura was pregnant.

Was pregnant.

She is dead now.

And so is Sasuke.

I kneel down in front of him now, caress his face the same way I used to when our lives were one, kiss the lips that used to belong to me.

They are colder now,

but I don't care because so am I.

The neighbours saw, I'm certain, because I can hear the sirens in the distance now.

I sit down next to him, pull him up into an embrace as the sound comes closer.

I am not sad. I am not angry.

My mother used to say, in this life you will be loved one and a half times, the half being the love from your parents.

Sasuke still loves me, and that is all I need to know.

He still loves me.

He still loves me.