It is fall and the leaves are drifting. It is autumn and the leaves are turning. It has been months since he left and I am used to moving my limbs in a convincing motion. I am a Sakura tree, so barren, and cold, as the wind whips and whistles around my nude body.
I have been stripped of all my innocence by a bench and two words that are forever etched and forever echoing in my head and in my dreams and in my soul. My heart stopped working along time ago.
It is winter and I didn't think the chill would be this painful, but the promise of new abilities and strength stretch across my mind creating a thin blanket that provides a little warmth. The years have passed and it is apparent you are not returning soon. But I am no longer little Sakura-chan but Haruno Sakura, apprentice for Tsunada-sama.
We are in between winter and spring, there is a chill in the air that cannot go unnoticed, but the sun is starting to peak over the ice in my heart, it's warmth slowly starting to remind me why I love him.
We are tongue tied and our bodies are so tangled together that we look like we are one, and the reality is, we were never apart. He is pushing into me, and I am pushing back, and it is a sweet battle of pleasure that is so tainted by blood, I moan at its seduction. Our sweat is smeared over blankets and pillows and beds, our animalistic noises are barring into the walls, leaving imprints of the first time we started to feel, and I smile.
It is spring.