Summary: In sixty seconds, she'll be gone.
Standard disclaimer applies here
Sixty Seconds
By: MikazukiDreams
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This is how you lose her.
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The smell of rot and rust fills her nostrils as she wanders down the dark and empty hallway, the only light being the torch she holds in her hand. The place is cold and deserted, all skulls and bones sitting upon piles of perished human flesh, enclosed in nothing but darkness and silence.
This place is bad enough to kill you.
60…
She stops in front of the rusty cell holding her from the boy who holds her heart in his bloodstained hands. He's hunched over in the dark corner where she can barely see him, his hair filthy and matted to his pale forehead. There are dark bags under his onyx eyes that look ever so dead and her heart pangs for her beautiful boy.
"Sasuke," she murmurs, in a voice barely a whisper, her hands shaking.
His eyes snap up.
50…
"I brought you some food," she continues saying, hands trembling ever so slightly, and hands him a plastic bag containing fresh fruit and packaged meals that she'd spent her day cooking.
He watches her from afar, not moving an inch; his eyes scan over her nervous figure, scrutinizing.
She holds her arm out extended, waiting for him to take it, but he doesn't. Instead, in a voice that extinguishes her very last glimmer of hope down, he snarls, "I don't want it."
…Why is he so heartless?
40…
Much to her horror, tears start prickling her emerald eyes. "Tell me why," she whispers, voice hoarse. "Tell me why you killed Naruto."
"I don't need to explain myself to you," he spats back, this angry, angry boy— whose heart (or does he even have one, she wonders) has been drenched in hatred and bathed in darkness.
She wants to (so very, very, very desperately) shed some light back on the boy that could've been.
30…
"I have the right to know," she snaps, anger seeping through her tears. "He was my best friend too, and I want you to tell me why."
20…
He laughs— a short, curt, bitter laugh that cuts into her already gone heart— and he sneers at her. His pale face is angry, wretched; so different from the boy she came to love. But he is beautiful, and he is hers, despite the fact that they're a million miles apart in the heart.
"You're always in my fucking way," he says, his voice cruel and merciless. "Why can't you back off? What about that don't you understand?"
10…
And in that very moment, she is set free.
Anger boils under her ivory skin as adrenaline pours into her blood in a rush and she sees nothing, feels nothing but pure, unadulterated hatred for the boy in front of her. There is nothing to hold back the rush of resentment that she'd tried so very hard to forget, to put off.
"Okay," she says, her voice calm despite her trembling rage. "Okay, I'll stay out of your way. In fact, you'll never have to see me again. But let me tell you this, Sasuke Uchiha— you know what your problem is? Your problem is that you're a selfish bastard who thinks he knows it all and can do everything and anything yourself. You're a loner who pushes people away because you're afraid of getting hurt." She looks at him in the eyes (his cold, dark, empty eyes) and says, with more confidence than she's had in weeks, "I'm fucking done with you. Goodbye, Sasuke."
And the clock is ticking still, but time no longer restrains her. She walks away, away from the rusty cell containing a boy she still loved, her head held high and her back straight.
"Sakura," his voice calls out suddenly— quiet, fragile, delicate. Broken. "Sakura, wait."
For a minute, she thinks about turning back. She so desperately wants to rush back, to run back to him and to hold him close because he is Sasuke and she is Sakura and it is love.
But she can't.
This is the way she must go— forward, no turning back. She cannot be pulled back into that pit hole of darkness and death. She will not, for once in her life, let her heart control her actions for this boy.
She halts her stride and turns her head, greeted by the ominous darkness. She'd taken away the light when she walked away. But she knows, somewhere in the pitch black, her beautiful boy is looking at her.
And so she whispers in a quiet tone, loud enough for him to hear and loud enough to cover the sound of her heart shattering, "This is how you lose her."
There. Closure.
And in sixty seconds, she's gone.
Fin.
note: I think I'm recovering from my writer's block, so I may be posting more later. Tell me what you think, lovelies!
xoxo,
-A
PS: Okay, let me just clarify this whole story. No, I do not hate SasuSaku. I think I've made it blatantly obvious that I ship SasuSaku, so you do not need to tell me that it's canon. I'm fully aware, thank you very much. I wrote this a while back and I wasn't happy with it, but I've looked through it recently and I'd decided that it was good enough. My point of posting this is not to bash on Sasuke and Sakura or to break any hearts. The reason I posted something that was dark and not very fluffy because this is reality, and sometimes not all relationships work out. There's no happily-ever-after for everybody, and I wanted to show that sometimes, when you really, truly love someone, the best thing you can do is to let them go. So I'm sorry if this story made anyone upset or pissed, but that was not my intention.