*I do not, nor will I, ever own the Naruto series and its characters. They all belong to Masashi Kishimoto.*

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By: Tri-Foxx

Prologue: The Day When Her World Crashed Down

Sakura Haruno was worried. There was a strange feeling in her gut as she held onto Sasuke's loosely grip fingers. He had been acting strange all night, from the lack of words to the constant staring off into space. Not once has Sasuke looked at her with those mysterious obsidian eyes she loved for more than a fraction of a second. It was unnerving.

They walked down the sidewalk in silence, and it seemed that with every minute that went by, Sasuke's hand would relax just a bit, as if he was trying to find a polite way to let go of her hand. Sakura felt like pulling her hand away from his, but she was afraid to let go. Maybe something was bothering him at work.

It was dusk time in Central Park, and people were rushing to get home for dinner. There was less bodies now, and Sasuke pulled Sakura to a deserted bench beside a few rose bushes. She watched as he turned around to pick a pink rose from the bush, careful not to puncture himself with a thorn. He handed the rose to Sakura, and she smiled softly.

At last, Sasuke looked into Sakura's eyes, but something about them was off. They seemed hard, like uncut black diamonds. She was afraid of this, and a cold feeling ran through her body. Sasuke nonchalantly let go of her hand, and he took a deep breath, fixing his eyes on the ground.

Sakura wanted to scream. The suspense was killing her, and Sasuke's odd behavior wanted to make her burst into tears. For a moment, she knew what he was going to say, but she pushed it aside. She was probably wrong, like she was on numerous occasions.

"Sakura," he said gloomily. Sakura's heart began to pound audibly in her chest. She knew the worst was coming.

"I think it's time that we should see other people," Sasuke continued, almost cold-heartedly.

Sakura's world crashed down, along with her stopped heart and every organ in her body. They laid broken at her feet, and a sharp pain from a thousand invisible needles pierced every pore in her body. She blinked rapidly, feigning off the waterfall of tears begging to be released. Pushing them back stung her eyes.

"B-but…. Why?" Sakura stammered, looking from right to left. "Did… Did I do something wrong?"

"No. I did."

Sakura became numb, and her arms became limp by her sides.

"I'm sorry, Sakura," Sasuke whispered. He reached out for her hand but thought the better of it and pulled it back to his lap.

"I don't understand."

Sakura began to cry, tears streaming down her face along with small whimpers escaping her mouth. She threw her hands into her face to hide herself from him. Sasuke did not speak for what felt like an hour, but when he did, it shot Sakura in the heart with a million bullets.

"I've been very unfaithful for the past two years."

Sakura stopped crying, and looked up at him with shock and disgust. He seemed so ashamed with himself that he was looking in another direction. His face was a mix of sympathy, hurt, and disgrace. Sakura's hands balled up into fists.

"So you would ruin our six year relationship just like that?" Sakura retorted, angry now.

Sasuke didn't reply.

Then, without thinking, she punched Sasuke right in the jaw, throwing his head back in the shockwave. He placed a hand on his wound and looked at her stoically.

"I guess I deserved that."

"The hell you did, Sasuke!" Sakura screamed and stood up, the forgotten pink rose landing on the ground. "I don't ever want to see you again! Get your shit out of MY apartment, and go live with your stupid hussy! You make me sick, you conniving bastard!"

She hit him one last time, this time in the shoulder, and stalked off fuming. She didn't make it too far without hearing Sasuke running after her.

"Sakura!" he called.

"What?" she snarled, turning around to face him.

"At least let me walk you home. It's getting dark."

Sakura huffed a laugh in fake amusement. She whirled around and stomped off.

"Like you care," she murmured. "I'm getting a taxi. Don't bother coming to my apartment tonight or any other time until you get your stuff tomorrow. Whatever you don't get out by five p.m., I'm throwing it out onto the street."

She left him in Central Park without another word, and it was the last word she would say to her former lover, Sasuke Uchiha. She prayed for his life and hers that she would never see him again.