A/N- This is my first fan fic! Before I try my hand at longer stories, I thought I'd try a little one-shot first. Sakura is one of my favorite characters in the series! She's both strong and fragile, definitely trapped by her insecurities, yet she is willing to work through them in order to save the people she cares about. I tried to convey that through this little musing. Hope you enjoy!
I drown my eyes in medical textbooks. In this room, by myself, with the only company being the moonlight from the window. I go over the names of everything that I've recently tried to etch into my brain. Long complicated names, with only a few letters difference. It all blurs together, with only a vague distinction that keeps it from seeping into the recesses of my mind.
I repeat the terms again, running them back and forth through my mind like a loom. I feel anchors attached to my eyelids. Before I can drill the information further into my mind, trying my best to draw it a distinction that would render it unforgettable, his face peeks into the back of my eyelids. The obsidian eyes that I fell in love with. The same ones that possess the barely contained demons that drive him to revenge and betrayal. I cautiously wonder how much he has let those demons escape. Then I see him as he truly is, cursed. His inked skin and predatory grin freeze the workings of my mind. I shake my head free of all the images of Sasuke that I can feel begging to make an appearance.
Because I was too weak, he is not here. Because my love was not enough, he is not here.
The pain of being useless is excruciating. It swirls in your intestines, and grabs on to your heart, threatening to pull it to pieces, fiber by fiber. That is how it feels to know that the most you can do is to watch the ones you love die in front of you. To stand, completely still like a statue, feeling the burning of tears in your eyes, and be utterly helpless and hopeless as you watch everything you've ever loved slip through your fingers, right in front of you. Like a million pieces crumbling and decaying inside of you. That is how it feels.
I extend a hand, focusing my chakra to the tips of my fingers, the blue energy gathering like a rushing wave.
I told Naruto we'd bring him back together. Because if my love is not enough, then maybe combined with Naruto's we can create something greater, something that he can't ignore, can't turn down. Maybe we can still save Sasuke from the demons that bind him. The same ones that make him turn his back on the people who care about him.
Because I was too weak, Sasuke left. But I have found strength through my weakness, ambition through my powerlessness. I will go with Naruto to Sound, and we will eat Sasuke's demons.