It wasn't the fact that she knew. Her knowing wasn't the point. It was the numbness, the sheer awkwardness of knowing that she'd been living a lie. That she had been living the wrong life – and not realized it.
The view was better from on top of Hokage mountain. Sakura rolled the sake bottle between her palms and contemplated drinking it – or maybe chucking it as far as she could, and watch to see where it would land.
She had absolutely no idea what she was doing – what had gone wrong. Was she not good enough?
No, Sakura sighed and let the bottle still in her hands as she leaned further into the small rock crevice behind her. I'll always be better, know better than he ever will.
She watched the sharp glare of the setting sun against the cool white ceramic, and concentrated on the way the sun felt against her face. The buildings below were painted gold; she watched the shadows grow like weeds and the tree-line around the city catch aflame.
She knew she was only postponing the inevitable. As soon as the sun the sun left the horizon, she would walk circles around her own head, nearly think to death, and drown in confusion. But that wasn't her fault, it was that bastards.
She frowned. Why hadn't he told her that everything she fought for wasn't what she had wanted! How in the hell does she even know what she wants! Everything she'd ever done was for him. For Sauske.
In that moment – the sun disappeared, and the bottle shattered in Sakura's hands. She couldn't feel the pain, or see the blood, because she had shattered along with it.