"Tell me, Sasori. Did I ever mean anything to you?" The fifteen year old girl questioned, her eyes penetrating his grey ones, searching for an answer. A silence fell between them, as the red haired teen contemplated his thoughts, searching for the right answer.
He opened his mouth, responding to the girl's complicated question.
"No." It was so simple; yet so harsh. The girl's eyes widened for a fraction of a second, attempting to get over the stabs of pain she felt in her heart. But soon, she accepted the answer, almost amused to the fact that she actually thought she was that valuable to him.
The truth is what hurts the most.
And it did hurt. It was almost unbearable, and as she tried to reassure herself that she would get over it—that she would move on.
But would she, really?
The answer was obvious; no, she would not. She would think about his exact words every single day, playing the same scenario over and over again in her head. While he, on the other hand, would never spare her a second thought, or wonder, could it have been different?
She blinked, hating the fact that her emerald eyes were becoming glazed over. Oh the humiliation, the shame. She was an idiot, that's what she was. For thinking such stupid thoughts, wondering if Akasuna no Sasori would really return her feelings. You just had to find out for sure, didn't you?
She couldn't look at him straight in the eyes anymore; instead her eyes cast elsewhere, locking onto the full moon above. However, she could feel his stare—he was probably disgusted. I just thought..just maybe.. he..
Her thoughts were interrupted.
"I don't understand why you people think about things." The voice seemed to distant and emotionless, "You set yourself up for failure. It's almost as if you want to get hurt."
"I—" The girl shut her mouth for a brief second, thinking over his words carefully; trying to understand his point of view.Why couldn't he just say he loved her too? That somewhere, deep down inside of him, he felt some sort of affection for her? Was it too much to ask? She didn't want to love, and not be loved; it made her feel rejected and unwanted—something she's experienced too much for comfort. "I just thought, just maybe.."
"You thought wrong." The voice was cold, and blunt, erasing what was left of her hope. "If you think you can stop me from leaving, then you are even more wrong. This village means nothing to me; you don't mean anything to me. I have no reason to stay."
The girl blinked rapidly, attempting to be rid of tears that was threatening to slide down. The last thing I want him to do is laugh. Just please, anything but that.
But if only she just spared a glance at him, maybe she would see the queer flicker in his grey eyes; giving her some sort of possibility that he wasn't completely emotionless.
No, she simply continued to stare at the small grains of sand beneath her, hearing the faint footsteps slowly move forward; out of her life. After a few seconds, they seemed so distant, and so far away.
It was only then she dared to utter the words.
"I just thought that after everything, I could've at least been your friend."