wait for me
chapter 1
summery-Temari is the perfect daughter. Bound for Harvard, president of the honor society, straight A student, all the while she works at her family's dry cleaners and helps take care of her hearing-impaired younger sister, Sakura. On the outside, Temari does everything right. On the inside, Temari knows the truth. Her life is a lie. At the height of a heat wave, the summer before senior year, Temari meets the one person to whom she cannot lie. Sasuke, a young migrate worker who dreams of becoming a musician, comes to work at the dry cleaners and asks Temari the one question that scares her the most. What does she want? Temari finds herself living her mother's dreams, caring for her younger sister, grasping the love that Sasuke offers, and the most difficult of all, living a life that's true.
Yeah,yeah I know long summery….sorry bout that but
this is a sasutema story
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PROLOGUE
She walks in the rain. The faded pink pajama bottoms and an oversized T-shirt clinging to her small frame, heavy with the weight of water. Her breath breaks inside her chest in an upward heave that strangles a cry escaping from her throat. Gulps of air. Her shoulders rising and falling. How much time had passed? She pressed the heel of her hand against the tears that blur her vision. Though her chest still throbs, demanding air, she begins to run faster, skim across the pavement.
The city, a dusty camouflage of grays punctuated with dots of color from the traffic lights and swirling neon signs, stretches awake in the early morning drizzle. In the distance there is a slam of metal gates being pushed aside, revealing cluttered storefronts and display windows. The heartbeat of the city thickens with the heat of summer rising as from the streets, with the noise of cars speeding against the freeway, with the multitude of voices and languages rising up to greet each other. The day begins, yet still all sakura can see is the memory of a face framed by night. A face so familiar, so loved, she can name each imperfection, each mark as though they are her own.
Sakura runs forward without a glance, without a thought. To the car rounding the cruve of the freeway off-ramp. The road slick with oil and rain. She pumps her arms and wills herself into the light.
Eh. I know it's not much but I'll add more chapters soon. Sorry if it's not that good but I tried although I like shikasaku more…..