look away if you don't want to see
He can't help but stare. He spent so much time not looking at her that now that he finally has he can't tear his eyes away. He had physically startled when she first walked in.
"Just look away if you don't want to see." Sakura tells him without pity as she sits rigidly on her chair, hands clasped in front of her as she stares blankly at the screen at the front of the classroom. Her uniform neat as always, her book and notebook set on a corner of her desk as usual.
If he hadn't been late today he wouldn't have noticed. He would have sat at his desk and ignored her. Wouldn't have looked in her direction all day. Wouldn't have paid any attention to the curious and confused looks that followed her as she walked in.
She looked the same as always except for her eyes.
Shining emerald orbs that usually accompanied a smile when she looked at him instead were bloodshot. Red rimmed her pupils, her lips stretched into a grimace that seemed foreign on her face.
He could tell she had been crying.
"You made her cry you stupid bastard," Naruto had muttered at him angrily, kicking at his chair violently. Not at all torn by turning against his so called best friend in favor of the girl he considered a sister.
You have to fix this, he told himself.
Growing up in an empty house, his brother gone for weeks at a time…Naruto and Sakura were important to him. More than he could even admit to himself.
Somehow you have to fix this, make everything okay again, he growled at himself.
"Sakura," he stared at her intently, willing her to face him. Completely ignoring the fact that they are in a crowded classroom surrounded by people eager to have a front row seat to biggest non-break up of the year. "It doesn't have to be like this."
"Don't worry," she replied softly, red rimmed eyes settling on him with more gentleness than he deserved. "I understand now."
Partly inspired by Leonel Garcia and Carla Morrison singing about heartbreak. Also inspired by the biggest source of heartbreak in my life, my gpa. Thank you crappy teacher who doesn't round up. I will let you decide for yourself the what, why, where of this drabble. Love, OZ