I woke up groggily, through the slits of my eyes, I tried to identify where Sakura was. "Sakura?" "Hey, Sas'ke-kun" Sakura was sitting by the windowsill seat, smiling brightly up at me with radiance.

I wondered, what I did to ever deserve that fucking right to have her light up whenever she saw me. She was, a picture of perfection, which was imperfection and I would never let her go. Not now, not ever.

Sakura with her pastel pink hair loose around her shoulders, in her tank top and shorts which only accentuated her curvaceous figure turned around to smile at me. "Go wash up, I'll make us breakfast." Nodding, I threw the blanket over the bedsheets casually, standing up and headed to the wash-room.

Pristine marble and décor. I looked up to the mirror, my hair, was in its usually artfully messy state after I woke up and I cracked a tiny, tiny smile.