She stared longingly after his back, her blonde hair playing and dancing in the breeze. Emotions; they confused her more than she would like to admit. And I scared her how readily she would throw everything away for the male making his way back to his
wife and daughter. When they were younger, she recalled, they had done something sinful. He told her to forget about it and that it wouldn't happen again, even though he turned up at her door for the next few months in the dead of night. How could she
forget the way he felt against her, nothing separating their raw, organic forms. The way he felt inside of her, hips locked together, completely submerged inside of her. Even the way his hot breath felt against her ear and the side of her face was unforgettable.
But the thing she would remember the most was his lips. How they clashed and moulded together and how perfectly they fit, like jigsaw pieces.
They had done sinful and greedy things to each other that night, allowing the pleasure to swallow them up whole and ruin their neatly arranged lives. Skin on skin, bodies fitted together clumsily. The friction was all they needed for a sense of
wholeness, yet the nightly routine ended as abruptly as it had started. Turning on her heel, she walked away, never looking back. Not once. She kept walking until the day she died, adventuring and trying to forget about the hole in her heart, knowing
Sasuke could feel it too.