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Author´s Note: Hope you like the story, enjoy.

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It was always the same routine...when late into the hours of the night, and when sound only became a distant distraction, alone in her room she would use only the light of her desk lamp as she sat pencil in hand to try once again to connect what was inside her heart to a simple piece of paper.

Taking a deep breath her hand started to work, delicately writing the first word and then the second, pausing for just a moment when finishing the third as if contemplating what was to follow and when her words had reached more than half down the paper she would pick it up read it once, twice, to only have it crumple and thrown away out of her desperation

It wasn´t right, the words, its not what she wanted to convey. It must of been that somewhere in her effort, her hand betrayed her, and had chosen to write out of its own free will. Her feelings would never connect in that matter, and it hurt to not be able to write the song that had been playing restlessly in her head. It was killing her and all she wanted was to have it no longer inside of her, to threaten the life it belonged to.

She tried over and over again only to have the same end result to add to the mountain of ''invalids'' on the floor. It really was hopeless, this one song from the hundreds she had written was causing her the most trouble and greatest pain, so much so that the tears where threatening to fall at the 15th attempt and rejection.

Hinata closed her eyes to ease the sting of tears and rested her head back to gaze at the dreary ceiling. She crumpled the paper further and sighed, ''I was hopping tonight I would definitely finish.''

She felt an unpleasant surge through her body as the small cellphone on her bed came to life, penetrating the silence and scaring her half to death. She cautiously picked it up as if it intended to bite her hand off and looked at the caller ID and then at the time; Sakura Haruno, 2:00 am.

2:00am, and she calls me, she thought she would only do that knowing I´m awake. She answered and held it close to her ear, '' Hello?''

'' Hinata, I´m so glad your still up, can I come over? I´ve made a mistake, I don´t love him anymore.'' the words where rushed and barely understandable but Hinata managed to comprehend what the problem was and she wasn´t sure to whether smile or brake down and cry.

'' Yeah...of course.''

'' Arigato, Hinata.''and the line went dead.

Hinata felt pressured. Sakura was one of her best friends and Naruto was the man she loved since childhood and she wasn´t sure if she wanted to help them 'sort things out' it was crossing the line for her, it could break her. Okay, breathe, breathe...coffee...yeah coffee it´ll help to think and keep away the cold. And with that thought she crossed the living room and headed towards the kitchen in her small second story apartment, and as she turned on the maker and set out two cups she found herself staring out the windowpane.

It was snowing. It must of started snowing somewhere in-between the 6th and 11th shot at the pitiful excuse of a song she had to finish by Friday, or else her manager and singer who awaited the piece, would have her head on a stick no sooner.

Sometimes she wondered why she got into the music business as a songwriter and not as a singer. Oh, maybe its because, she turns to goo, forgets to breathe, that lead to her eventual fainting fit if she so much as stands in front a big crowd, so for now she would stick to writing even if it lead to her becoming an insomniac, but now she had bigger problems to face than her stage fright.

Sakura was coming any minute now, probably a violent mess and ready to gush out all the details to as to why ''she doesn't love Naruto anymore'' as Hinata recalled she said, though to her she couldn´t see any possible reason she would stop loving him unless of course it was that, and well thatwas something on a totally different level.

She would only have to wait to find out, and not long when she noticed a car had pulled up to park, (in a rather precarious manner), turn off its headlights and deliver its passenger.

The splotch of pink hair, that was Sakura Haruno, was contrasting sharply against the white of snow decorating the pavement. She quickly rushed to the staircase, hugging her coat tighter and squaring her shoulders she followed the narrow hallway that would lead to Hinata´s front door and her quivering heart.

Hinata stood at a halt in front of her wooden door ready to receive her distraught friend. It was either she was anxious or she just wanted to get this over with quickly so she could crawl into bed and forget this whole night, and yet this small part of her didn´t want to open the door, didn´t want to hear Sakura´s reason as to why she fell out of love, the reasons that could make Naruto look like a total ass because she was afraid she would fall out of love too.

Knock, knock. Hinata automatically opened the door just an inch, seeing it was who she had been expecting opened wider and let her pass and received her with a hug. She was indeed a mess, but not a violent one but a more sympathetic one if you asked her.

She had been crying and you could tell not just because her eyes looked like swollen strawberries, but because when hanging her coat an excess of Kleenex exploded from her pockets and there was also the constant sniffling that protruded from her nose, hence the tissues.

Her hair was disheveled but somehow it still managed to make her look as striking as ever. The state of her condition was clearly obvious, but Hinata had to ask.

''Are you okay?'' something in her throat made it hard to speak, ''I made coffee, black just the way you like it.''

''Thanks Hinata, you're a God. I don´t know what I would be doing now without you.'' Voice steadier than minutes ago, she headed towards the kitchen, eyes not meeting Hinata´s as she did.

Hinata sighed and walked behind her. If she had to take a guess, right now she would be somewhere near Naruto, or his property thrashing it while calling him any known or unknown swear word to man. It was in her nature to be brutal, at least when it really mattered.

Sakura had already served her cup, and so taking the seat across from her, she made herself comfortable taking one last glance at the clock, 2:47 it read in bold green digits. Hinata then shifted her full attention as Sakura started to unravel the story behind the break up.

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