A/N: I think I'll finish this story first before YWSMC. I kind of like where my mind wanders off to when I write this story. It's relaxing. And I need all the relaxation I can get. XD.

Well, I'm sorry for the very short and vague prologue of this story. I just wanted to test out the viewer's curiosity. :) But I have to tell you, for this story I would be releasing chapters bit by bit. They will not be that long also, ranging from only 900-1000+ words. I'm sorry, but I write the story as it goes. That's just my style. I do promise this will be a multi-chaptered story, and I hope I could develop the characters well. This chapter serves as the introduction to what our two protagonists are feeling. More development on the actual story and plot will occur on the continuing chapters. Please support!

Warning: you might get confused with my writing style here at first, especially with the sudden changes of the story's POV. you'll get used to it, hopefully.


Chapter ONE:

what happened to US?

"i miss those blue eyes, how you kiss me at night

but i never told you, what i should have said

no, i never told you..

i just held it in."


Seven years ago, I would have jumped for joy at the chance of seeing him again. My face would instantly light up, a happily bright smile adorning my pale face and a hint of pink could be seen painting my cheeks. A slight shiver would crawl up my spine, along with the buckling of my knees.

I would have been happy.

He would have loved the idea of seeing me again, too. His grin, his toothy, toothy grin would spread all over his face and his coral blue orbs would fail to hide the excitement he held inside. Upon meeting my gaze we would have run to each other, arms enveloping the other into a tight embrace, as if never wanting to let go. We would gaze lovingly into each other's eyes, our smiles widening in pure bliss at the sight.

But alas, there's a catch. Would. That's the bottom line. We would have. I would have reacted that way, and he would have done the same. But would is different from will. The past is different from the present, and it is most likely different from the future. What I would have done back then, I doubt I will do now.

That's the reason why my heart never skipped a beat anymore whenever I thought about him. I no longer cry, I no longer shed unwanted tears for him at night. No longer call out his name, when I should be calling for him, for Sasuke.Never wanting to drown in his memories, in remembering why he did what he did.

All I feel now when I think of him is the anger. But somehow, in the depths of my confused mind, the longing to see him, to hold him, to speak to him… it's still painfully there.

I know, it's wrong. I'm engaged to Sasuke but my mind wanders off to him, to the blue-eyed blonde I've lived my whole life with. I grew up with him, you see. He became my best friend when everybody else was busy pushing the both of us away. When they treated us like dirt while we were trying to be our nicest. It was us against the world, and I'm not exaggerating when I say that we became inseparable. Because we were, oh of course we were. We basically saw each other grow into the persons we are now, so could you really blame us?

But everything, everything we've come to know and come to be changed when I met him.

His arrival changed absolutely everything. Suddenly, my time with Naruto lessened considerably as I spent more and more of my time and energy with Sasuke. The things I used to do with Naruto, I did with Sasuke. He became my friend, someone close to me. Someone who, in time, held a special place in my heart. It didn't take long for me to fall in love with him, too.

So, you ask, where did that leave Naruto? Didn't I love him? The answer is, I don't know. Kami, I have no idea. Was friendship really all that had gone on between us? Or was there something more? I didn't really know anymore, and it makes me feel horrible. It breaks my heart to see his coral blue orbs look on at us with a hint of pain and sadness in them, and whenever my viridian orbs lock with his, I can feel the intensity of his emotions bottling up inside of him. I don't know why I chose Sasuke over him, why I could possibly let go of what we had so easily. That is why to this day, I dread the thought of seeing him again. Of facing the man I so desperately needed but so mercilessly pushed away.

That is also why my feet remained planted on the rough surface of the streets when my gaze landed on the speeding blue sports car. I ignored the driver's calls, roughly recalling the words "My breaks are broken, get out of the way!" being shouted over and over again. He didn't recognize me, I knew. How could he? It was almost one thirty a.m. in the morning when I started walking home. The streets were dark, the lights were out, and the moon was nowhere to be seen. It didn't help that the rain was pouring hard that night, making my abnormally pink hair turn several shades darker. No, he couldn't have known who I was.

I sigh as I closed my eyes and braced myself for the impact.


Regret, it surely is scary, isn't it? It will eat you up and swallow you whole. You get the nagging feeling, this non-existent rope tugging at your heart and constricting it every passing minute. It makes you wish, it makes you hope, it makes you pray for time to rewind, for you to undo, to erase and to repeat that moment, that exact scenario wherein you knew you screwed up. You kind of wish that someone out there was smart enough to create a time machine for you to use, so you can go back in time, with the knowledge you have now and change everything, absolutely everything to change the outcome. You wish that you had done things differently, said the right and not the wrong words, and did the right things.

But no. What's done is done, and nothing you ever do will change it. You can wish all you want on a million shooting stars, cling to whatever hope you can find and pray to every god you know out there, but nothing will change. Nothing will ever change and you know it. Time machines don't exist, and time isn't a video tape that can be repeated over and over as you please. Mistakes are not like writings on a piece of paper that you can erase, and it most certainly isn't a mistyped word on a computer document that you can undo and replace. You may think back on it, have a hundred thoughts of 'what ifs' and 'i should haves' but the result will not change. The damage has been done.

And the worst part? You have to live with it, you have to face the consequences of your decisions, no matter how small or trivial they might have seemed. You have to face it every second of each passing day. You can never avoid it, and you can never turn your back on it. It's like your shadow, it will follow you around everywhere you go. Sometimes you may think you've outrun it, outsmarted it and lost it, but it's always there. It will always come back to haunt you, to scare you, to taunt you, to mock you. It will always remind you of the wrong you have committed, of the damages it did not only to you but to other people.

Not once in my life did I imagine that I would one day experience this kind of feeling. To put it simply, it sucks. I hate this feeling, I hate this guilt, this regret. I hate the way it turned me into a coward, into a bad person. One mistake caused another, until it piled up and it hurt not only me, but it hurt her too. The sight of her crying face, her heart-breaking smile, and her shining viridian orbs filled with tears. All because of me, all because of my stupidity.

That is why I decided to do what I did. It was easier, for both her and for me. Or that's what I thought. Regret was not something I considered in the equation. I never knew I caused the girl I love more pain when I did the unthinkable. Even though we've been through so much, even though she's pushed me away in every way she could possibly can, my love for her never wavered, not even for a second. If any, it only intensified and in turn, made it hurt so much worse. It just... hurt.

And guess what I did seven years ago? I'll give you three seconds to guess.

Three...

Two...

One.

I ran away, and I never looked back.


A/N: Soooo, review? :3

Ciao!