Without A Touch
It was raining, like the sky cried. It had been exactly five years now since he had gone. Since he had left her. Often she dreamed about that day, when he had gone. When he left her alone. Many things had happend since that day. An afflicted smile graced her face as she was walking through the streets of the town, with a certain destination. A bank. She sat down.
As every year, soon tears began floating down her cheeks. Year by year, she sweared herself not to cry but that oath was broken every year again. No matter how hard she tried to forget about him, she couldn't.
Many painful memories were aroused of that special day. She covered her face with her hands. Wouldn't that stop any day? She still loved him, even though she tried to forget about him. She couldn't deny. She did not stop loving him for all those five years. It had been long and hard years for her, but still. She hadn't been alone. She had friends with her, who were always there for her and comforted her.
The wind sweeped through her hair, and raised some of the, on the ground lying leafs. She took a look around. °What happend to me?°, she thought.
The rainstorm got much stronger, but she didn't thought of moving away from that place. Again, she would spend the night there, as every year. Maybe she was still hoping he would come back some day. Back to HER. Her tears mixed with the raindrops, still floating down her cheeks.
More and more she realized, that she would not forget him. She would never be able to not in her whole life. Like an old wisdom said: „You need one second to realize someone, an hour to get to know him, but a whole life to forget about him."
But she really wanted to forget him. „No!", she whispered. She glanced over the view and her gaze was captured by a shadow, half hidden by a tree. The person came out of the shadow, with a cold and glared at her. „Sasuke...", she aspirate.
