Author: Jannasaur
Genre(s): Romance / Hurt and Comfort
Fandom: NARUTO Characters (pairing): Sakura Haruno x Ino Yamanaka
Summary: She thought that what they had was love, but one action can change how you feel and can kill another.
Disclaimer; I don't own Naruto, nor its characters. All rights belong to Masashi Kishimoto© I make no money from this.
The Broken
Memories – took me back to the time we first met. The first time I felt her lips, and held her hand.
She looked at me, with cold blue eyes staring at me through tears that blurred her vision.
She tried to look pissed off, but I could see she wanted to cry.
I wanted to cry, too. I wanted to fall to my knees, grovel at her feet and beg and weep for her forgiveness. But I had already said 'I'm sorry' and neither of us knew whether it was legitimate.
"Do you still love me?" She whispered. Her voice played in a cracked rhythm, out of tune like a scratched record.
I didn't want to speak to her. I didn't know what to say, because even I didn't know anymore. I didn't know who I was, or what we were. Was this true love, or simply a feeling that was bound to fade?
My silence was all she needed for her response, and thus she began to cry. Her face before, tight with frustration and intent on keeping her emotions locked behind a visage of anger suddenly shattered, and her face distorted as she began to sob. Like a tsunami of emotions flooding over her.
I couldn't bear to watch her.
As I turned my face, tear my gaze from where she stood I heard her wails. She wasn't holding back anymore.
She...
Had...
Broken...
As I heard her distressed sobs, I could feel her pain; her innocent pain. She had done nothing wrong, yet she was hurting because of me, because she loved me.
My eyes started to water, and I could no longer take the lump that had welled up in the back of my throat. I tried to swallow it down, but couldn't. And slowly, tears began to fall forth from my eyes, and I too sobbed because I didn't know anything anymore. I was lost, totally and utterly lost.
Nothing but pain surrounded us as we sobbed, together in the room but each of us totally alone.
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