A/N: I'd be the queen of wishful thinking if I declared right now to y'all that I owned Naruto. Because really, I dont.

Phew! For someone who loves cracktastic fics, I never thought I'd decide to throw myself in drama! :))) Anyway, I'm so excited for how this story will turn out and well, I'm just having fun writing really... Hope you guys have as much fun reading as I did writing!

Sorry if you find any errors on grammar or something. :)) Did this myself and I don't have anyone who can proof read it for me before I post it. Anyway, to the story~! :"))

I could never remember a time when I wanted to slap my best friend so hard, I was sure if I did, all his teeth would fall off and his skull would shatter into tiny tidbits of used-to-be-pretty. I can't, for the love of him, even remember a time — any time — when I wanted to slap him, AT ALL, period! Even given every single shitty thing I'd had to do for him; forced or half-hearted — him who was often inconsiderate to my opinions, forever blind to my feelings, and characteristically selfish… Him who would often end us both in huge trouble…

I had never once thought about raising a hand against him. Sure, there were probably times when he made me so agitated, I'd wanted nothing more but to scream bloody hell right at his face — niceties and all that bull-crap be damned.

But. It. Was. Never. Like. This.

I genuinely loved spending time with him; wouldn't ever get tired of it — wouldn't even get close to ever dreaming of getting tired of it! I could handle him when he was stressed, when he got so annoyed with his fangirls, or when he got depressed over mean things his father would occasionally throw at him… Hell, I could even deal with him — on the condition that I don't end up deranged even when the only thing keeping me from insanity was the thought of my poor, unfortunate hair when I opt to tear it all out and plug it to my ears so I wouldn't ever hear another word from him when I finally snapped — when he constantly bitched about his overly demanding girlfriend — who, by the way, I strongly dislike!

But this… I couldn't handle this!

I mean… even if I could, I wouldn't — not in a million years, at the very least, — know how to deal with a… A heartbroken Sasuke.

He was whinier, bitchier, more stubborn and reckless, and rude, and more inconsiderate, not to mention uncaring and pissy, and just… just so goddamn absorbed in his little emo, self-destructive world, he wouldn't listen to anyone! I couldn't get a point past that thick — pretty — skull of his to get him to understand that maybe this was for the best… that maybe… maybe this means that God had something more in store for him.

I wanted to tell him he was being inconceivable, extremely stupid and undeniably unreasonable. I wanted to tell him that it wasn't the end of the world — that it would never be the end of the world just because he got his heart broken. I'd wanted to scream that the world didn't revolve around him, or her, or him and her — that he was being silly and childish. I wanted to cry in front of him, wanted to just let go off all my shambled feelings and bawl out at the top of my lungs. But I knew it would never reach him.

No matter how hard I try, no matter what I do... It would never reach him because I'm not her.

It hadn't even occurred to me that I'd started crying until I had to struggle for my breath when snot prevented me from inhaling. I wipe my tears noiselessly without taking my eyes off my best friend, crutching at his elbows and curled down on the floor, glaring down at nothing but the floor.

I didn't wanna leave him alone, not when he was in such a vulnerable state, but I didn't wanna stay around him either. Looking at him and seeing him so… so sad and broken… it makes me feel so useless and defeated.

'Shouldn't be too hard,' I thought to myself. I was supposed to be numb to the pain by now. I thought I would be… I know I should be…

All those times I'd been secretly watching Sasuke — while he's thinking about her, hurting because of her, smiling for or because of her, loving her — they should have given me plenty of chances to get used to the pain.

I knew the pain should come by lesser… Truthfully, I'd expected it to come by lesser… But it doesn't. It never does.

It hurt all the same every freaking time I see him. It hurt all the more when he made me help him do things he knew would make her smile…

I did all of them anyway. I helped him get her, helped make her fall in love with him more, helped make their relationship tighter… I did all of those, wouldn't hesitate for a second to do it all again if it meant bringing back the smile on his face at the cost of my own happiness. If that is what it takes to make him happy, I'd do it even if it kills me inside.

I freaking love him.

And if loving him meant being his best friend forever, providing him with all the support and care he needs... Then so be it.

I'm happy just to be by his side every single day.

~so, everything that makes me whole
ima kimi ni sasageyou
I'm yours~

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