Summary- Sakura's feelings of Sasuke leaving are expressed by words.
.::Picture::.
Fear. Sadness. The only two words I can use to describe my feelings now. I sit on my bed staring at our photo and I weep.
He left us for the enemy, betraying even my trust in him as he ran off in the night, leaving me passed out on a bench.
When I look at the picture, I hear his voice being nice to me; protecting me. But even though I know it's all in the past now, for some reason my mind refuses to acknowledge it. His words, his face, his feelings; they all stick in my head when I look at the image sitting there. I had never even had a chance to see him smile genuinely at me before he took off, and I probably never will now.
Uchiha Sasuke.
I have always thought that I was madly in love with Sasuke, a better ninja than Naruto and the smart one of the group but in fact, I don't know if any of that is true anymore. I have always known that Sasuke doesn't like me as I love him; and Naruto loves me as I don't love him, but again, I'm blind. I was always fighting against Ino for a boy that, deep down, I knew that I wouldn't and couldn't ever love Sasuke.
I never thought being close to him would hurt so much. I look up at the photo and see our team smiling happily- until I realise that Sasuke wasn't.
I had always been told that love truly hurts but had never once thought that it really would.
I grasped the photo and as tears flowed down my face, I threw it. Hearing the smash my mother ran upstairs and gasped at the broken glass on the floor while I cried. When asking me what was wrong, I replied with a simple 'Nothing'. I stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the people in the streets.
The simple explanation for me doing this was as follows; When he left, Part of our village left with him.