I'm not a big fan of SasuSaku but this turned into a SasuSaku fanfic because it fit well. Therefore, this is my first SasuSaku fic. yeay.

I think this is like a poemfic =.=

DISCLAIMER: iRAYUMi does not own Naruto (aww)

Crash.

I turn sharply to my left and realize that my elbow had crashed into a picture frame, sending it to my unforgiving, hard floor. Sighing, I try to pick up the bigger pieces of glass and place them back on my table. Each piece is cutting me but I tell myself not to betray any emotion of whatever pain I felt. I then spot the dark mahogany frame that crashed and pick it up. I turn it over so that I can see the picture whose frame I just broke.

Almost immediately, I drop the frame again. The glass had cut me and I could see the vermillion red for it had such a contrast against my pale, white skin. I suck my finger in a futile attempt to relieve the pain and convince myself that it is indeed working. I stare at the frame that had just cut my finger. I absolutely refuse to pick it up. I had a sore finger after all.

Even then, something is whispering at the back of my mind. Ah, yes; the real reason why I don't want to touch the frame.

It's a picture of Kakashi-sensei, Naruto-kun, Sasuke-kun and I; a picture of Sasuke-kun.

Sasuke-kun.

Glass.

Broken Shards.

Aren't they just like you and me?

The cold irony of the broken glass hits me like a whirlwind storm.

"Thanks for helping me with my ninjutsu, Sasuke-kun."

"Hn."

The glass reflects the nature of our relationship so much.

From bits and pieces, the glass is reheated.

A beautiful statue is then formed.

Delicate.

Fragile.

It's so easily broken.

"Sasuke-kun, why are you leaving?"

"I want to avenge my family."

"Sasuke-kun!"

That day, it just crashed.

I chose to ignore it.

I thought you were coming back. The little pieces of glass our relationship started from.

It's what pains me now.

Every single thing you said, it was like shards of broken glass.

I felt so little pain at first.

I could pretend that you never existed.

I could pretend that you never mattered.

I could pretend I never loved you.

Two years have passed.

It made its presence felt.

Each stab,

Each wound,

Each cut.

I realize now I can never forget you.

I realize now how hard it is to let you go.

I can't choose to forget.

I'd die;

Because;

Each shard would drag me down.

Each shard would penetrate my skin.

Each shard would make me bleed 'till my very last drop.

Those memories are chasing me to the very ends of the earth,

I can't abandon your memory.

I can't abandon your words.

The little things you said to me.

The little things you hinted to me.

Those untouched shards.

In each and every way,

Those untouched shards were like your words.

Those untouched shards would kill me.

I loved you.

And,

I think I still do

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