Hi guys! this is Erza here! so currently i'm working on a multichaptered story that i will try and post soon but here is a little something i wrote when i was bored. :D
In the end, it didn't matter.
He still slipped through my fingers like a fast car on an icy road. There was nothing I could do. Only watch helplessly.
Weak.
Useless.
Helpless.
I was sick of it.
I can remember it like it happened yesterday. The princess, the prince and the creeper. And me? The loner watching her best friend get married to her only love.
She was always pretty. Even as a kid. With those captivating eyes and soft, silky locks, she always had a few boys following her around.
And then we fell. And we fell hard. It broke us apart. Blinded by our love for him, we didn't stop to see the damage we created.
But in the end, it didn't matter.
Here I am now, standing at the funeral. Her incredibly beautiful eyes, now red and filled with unshed tears. She looks up at me, the wind slapping her ponytail harshly against her face, and I instinctively turn away.
"Oi. It's time."
I turn around to the source of the voice. I smile and take his hand. I take a deep breath and look around one last time before walking away.
I stop and turn around. My last message:
Take care… Uchiha Sakura.
So, incase you havent figured it out, this story is from ino's point of view and the funeral is for sasuke. yeahh i love writing depressing stories :P anyways, please read and review and check out the other stories on this acount! thanks :D