Disclaimer- I wish.
Pairing- Yeah, you can't really tell it's SasuSaku so you can pretty much substitute the couple for any heterosexual couple where the husband has black hair.
Warnings- This is story is grammatically incorrect.
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He remembers when he's fifteen and he's uncharacteristically stuttering in an attempt to ask her out -positive that she'll reject him- but she says yes and they actually have fun hanging out.
He remembers when he's twenty-eight and they're standing in a church and the priest is reciting something incredibly important but he doesn't pay attention because he can't tear his eyes off her.
He remembers when he's thirty-two and there's a kid on the way; she looks so happy staring at her belly as she sits on the couch humming to a lullaby and rocking her head back and forth.
He remembers when he's forty-six and he's sitting at his desk his hair in his hands- practically pulling out his once luscious black but now very scarce hair- middle aging catching up on him.
He remembers when he's fifty-seven and he's holding his daughter's hand and walking down the aisle but when the groom reaches to receive her hand his hand clamps tightly over hers and the groom has to wrench his fingers off of her wrist.
He remembers when he's eighty-nine and she's holding his hand and crying as he slips away…