Maybe it was her past catching up with her; maybe it was something else entirely different. Maybe this was just a way for Karma to back at her. The footsteps of her small feet could be heard through the apartment, the constant pacing back and forth was probably driving her neighbors mad. How had everything come to be like this, she wasn't entirely sure anymore. She had been so careful and precautious about everything, but now in the darkest hour, everything was crumbling around her. It was if her life was just a photograph that had been knocked over or discarded carelessly to the side. She held back tears that threatened to fall from her already glistening and blurred vision. She had to do something that much she knew; she couldn't watch him fall like that in the morning and for her sake. He was caught because of her, what kind of man wanders into enemy territory just to mutter some nonsense of love and feelings he had when they spent time together. Her small fists clenched together and she couldn't help it as she released her strength against the innocent couch. The couch broke in two under her strength. The tears spilled from her eyes as she angrily screamed into the night that was coming to an end. He risked his life to come and tell her he loved her, that he wanted her to be with him, and what did she do, she stood there dumb founded with a stupid look on her face. She didn't answer him, but she wished she had now. They come with weapons wielded as if someone had tipped them off, told them he was coming and she didn't even have a chance to touch his cheek and return her love.

Was this how his life was going end? Was he destined to die with people thinking he was a monster, she could just imagine how it must have looked to him right now. Standing in that cell chained to the wall, like he was nothing more than a monster not deserving of a kind heart or a hand to hold. She slumped forward resting in front of the rubble of her couch, her hands resting at her sides, knuckles against the floor as she just sat crying in her own silence. She looked from the woman that people had made her out to be, she looked defeated and pathetic, a mere child who had lost her way in the big world. A light tapping at her door made her jump and her heart flutter, her hope going beyond her for a brief second. It wasn't going to be him, it was going to be some idiot coming to question her and evaluate the state of her psych. She didn't move to answer it; she had no intention of spilling her guts to anyone that wasn't going to understand or even knew her. The door slowly creaked open none the less and a sole word escaped through her pinks lips. "Shit" the word itself was simple and explained perfectly how disappointed she was in herself for not even locking her door after what had occurred earlier that night. "Sakura Haruno…" he name was thrown out as if they actually had the right to call her by her name, as if they actually knew a thing about her. She could hear by the voice, it was a woman; someone they might hope could sympathize with her. Sakura sent a glare over at the woman who was currently looking over the broken couch, she was told about her 'patient' before she had come to the apartment, but still she took the job anyways. After all, when your leader told you to do something you didn't simply say 'no'. Sakura finally graced the older woman with an answer, it was simple and it was disrespectful, but it summed up all her emotions in two words. "Fuck off" the words came out full of anger and depression and the woman stood stumped for a moment. A dumb founded look on her face, probably a look that someone of her stature was not used to having on her face.

The woman soon regained her composure and stated the hokage herself had sent her here. Sakura merely scoffed at the mention her former mentor's title. The woman wrote something down her in her little book, but did not make a single sound. "We simply just want to know what kind of relationship you had with that man while you were….gone. From what it appears, you have lied to us or rather, left out a few details" the woman spoke, but Sakura, could hardly focus on her words. The pink haired beauty took a long breath before she stood and took a seat at her dining room table. The woman followed suit, sitting in front of her. Sakura had made up her mind, she would speak, she would tell her tale, but then she would make the rashest decision of her life. For now, maybe, telling her tale, would help set her mind at ease. Sakura opened her thin pink lips and wondered where to start for a moment, but soon the words came and spilled from her mouth like water flowing in a river. And so her tale began, a tale of what looked to be a tragic romance.