He saw her in the tune of an old song..in the very passing of seasons.. in that particular indelible empty space in his bed.. Like a scent that lingered in the air.. faint, except achingly everlasting.
Sakura remained, even in death, a constant in his everyday life.
Anything remotely familiar had always sent him fleeing. For a good few years, he had been sure it was a wound that would never heal.
Until it did.
Then, acceptance turned into impatience. Life to him had become an unnaturally long course on his already tired soul, and he could no longer bear any more days without her. Yet, he endured, as he naturally would, to live out more until his very last.
In the end, Kakashi closed his eyes with a smile. Death was merely a crossing until he would finally see her again.