She was hopelessly in love with him always.
For him, she grew her hair long.
And always followed him and stared longingly at his back.
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At sixteen, she cut off the hair that she treasured so badly.
Gone were the long candyfloss tresses.
She stopped following him because she was tired of waiting for him to turn around.
Eventually, she left.
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I'm sorry...
... I don't love you anymore.
Goodbye.
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Wilted Blossom
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They were five when they met.
It was a typical day for Konohagakure. The sun was shining brightly in the cloudless blue sky and Sasuke from the elite Uchiha Clan was walking down the streets of his village when he suddenly became blinded by Haruno Sakura's shockingly pink hair. It shimmered and glossed and reflected the sunlight into his onyx eyes – making him walk into a shop sign.
Her loud best friend laughed next at him and Sasuke had never felt more humiliated in his entire life. He was an Uchiha for God's sake – the Uchiha Clan was never laughed at.
He had expected her to laugh along with the sunshine-haired boy but instead, she ran over to him, her pretty jade-green eyes running like a tap and glomped him.
Glomped him.
For the first time in his short life of five years, a girl other than his mother hugged him.
And he flushed bright red like a tomato as she bawled her eyes out and dripped snot all over his black shirt.
She was like a flower in full bloom.
He was smitten. Enamoured. Infatuated.
In love.
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It was puberty that drew him away from her.
His fear of losing control drove him to stay away from his Flower.
But no matter how hard he tried to isolate himself from her, she kept coming closer and it took a toll on his composure.
In the eleven years that they knew each other, Sakura had blossomed into quite a girl. Gone was the flat-chest, runny nose brat and replaced by a willowy young woman who made every straight man turn their heads when she walked past, every gay guy question their sexuality, and every girl either wish to be her or to kill her.
Her hair was longer now. Past her rounded hips and still glossy and soft like silk.
And of course, he was every woman's heartthrob.
Tall with dark sexy hair, sinfully pale skin and perfectly sculptured aristocratic features.
And they were still very much in love with each other.
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In their eleventh spring together, he finally mustered the courage to confess.
But it was too late.
She left on the same day he waited for her under the cherry blossom tree that they had often played under as kids.
He waited all day and all night.
Until Naruto told him that she had disappeared – and never to return to the sunny Leaf Village.
She had left only a short note and their treasure.
The long strands of her beautiful hair that he so loved.
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The moment the medic of Team Seven left, the team fell apart.
Naruto travelled the world, training under the infamous perverted Gama Sennin, Jiraiya.
Heartbroken, Sasuke sought the road of power and vengeance from the infamous S-class missing Nin, Orochimaru.
As for Sakura, there was no news of her.
At least not until three years later in the decrepit Amegakure where tales of The Blossom started emerging.
Tales of violence towards the aristocrats and justice for the poor.
Amegakure's Blossom.
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I want to hold you close to me
I want to feel your warmth against my cold skin,
I want to feel your heartbeat under your skin.
And I want to love you forever...
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Long live Team Seven.
Long live the team created by Hatake Kakashi.
Lest the Sannin of the New Generation be born.
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Am I still human?
Do you find me repulsive?
Love me.
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