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Chapter 1: The End Has Only Begun
She should be used to this by now, despite her young age. She had lost many people before...numerous people she knew. Men and women, young men and women who were too young to die on the battlefield. Many of them had died in her arms, under her care at the hospital, and sometimes they had died before she was able to come to their aid. She could not help them; each and every time she had tried so hard and spent most of her chakra to heal their wounds, but they had either decided to embrace death, or simply stopped believing she could heal them.
Despite being so familiar with death, beside the fact that she had to deal with it every day, at this time...it was as if she were a genin experiencing it for the first time in her life. Usually, she would deal with it calmly, almost as if she had not watched their last moments on Earth with her own eyes; however, the situation she found herself in at the moment would not allow her that usual outlet and strangely enough for her, she wanted to save their lives.
Thunder roared loudly above the young kunoichi as she plunged a kunai into an enemy nin's throat before she pulled it to the side swiftly, and used it to block another nin's kudachi. The man was taller than she was, a malicious glint in his eyes as he pushed down on his short blade, trying to over power her, but with a burst of strength, she was the one who did the overpowering. The kunoichi slit his throat mercilessly, her green emerald eyes blazing with determination and a scowl on her lips.
With the stealth of an elite shinobi, the kunoichi made her way across the small forest clearing and snuck up on another nin, coming up behind him expertly, grasping his head between her black gloved hands and snapped it to the side violently, killing him instantly. She felt no guilt, no sympathy nor remorse for the men and women she was currently killing. She had no connection with these shinobi, and now she never would.
Reaching the two teammates she had been searching for, she stood completely still as she watched them fall to the grass covered floor; one with a kunai embedded in their forehead and the other, a slit throat. She felt nothing. She felt no anger, hatred, sadness, nor shock; all her emotions seemed to have fled, but it has been like this for two years now. She just stared at their limp bodies lying motionless on the grass, knowing that they were dead and feeling like she was suddenly not standing in the forest clearing. Even when she felt something penetrate her left side she hardly moved.
The kunoichi turned, grabbed the nin by the throat and lifted her off her feet with just the one hand she had around the girl's neck before she punched the girl in the chest with her monstrous strength, killing her on impact and sending her skiing through the ground and through a few tress. The kunoichi stared at the two bodies before her, and slowly walked over to them. Her black pants swished silently as she took her time to reach them, and then she knelt down beside them. Slowly, she raised her small slender hands and placed one on each of their chests.
She began to pour her chakra into their bodies, trying to heal what was impossible to heal, impossible to disrupt- death. She closed her green eyes in concentration and focused her chakra to each one's heart. She could not say that she hoped they would miraculously open their eyes and come back to the land of the living, nor could she say why she was trying to heal them when she had known from the moment she saw them fall that they were beyond her salvation.
She did not feel anything. It was as if her entire body had gone numb and she was watching all of this from behind, through someone else's eyes. Every shinobi she had watched die, had a reason to die. They had each had their own reason to leave this world.
They had no reason to die though. No reason to abandon hope. No reason to stop believing that she could heal them. No reason not to believe in her because she was the best they could ever hope for. They had every reason to live; to recover. They were loved, and they were close friends to countless shinobi. They had a seventeen year old daughter...they had everything and yet, they had died in her care. They were gone, forever out of her reach.
The kunoichi felt a soft, consoling hand on her shoulder and slowly looked at her shoulder before letting her eyes travel up the gloved arm while still pouring her chakra in to the corpses in front of her. As her gaze traveled upward, her eyes met a pair of familiar porcelain blue eyes that were glazed over with pity and sadness. She hated that look in his eyes, it did not suit him, and she did not want his pity.
She let her head fall back down, she let it hang low as her hands continued to glow a faint blue hue, her long pink bangs began to stick to the sides of her face as the sky unleashed the water it had promised. It sprinkled down on the remaining shinobi, wetting their once dry, blood stained ANBU and making the kunoichi's long pink braid stick to her back. Somehow, it was as if she could not feel the rain at all, and none of her remaining teammates blamed her. Still, she uselessly continued to drain herself of her chakra, trying in vain to awake the two dead bodies before her.
"Stop...they're dead, Sakura-chan." Slowly, the blue hue around her hands disappeared. She brought her trembling bloodied hands toward her face to stare at them, the whole while, the shinobi's hand still on her shoulder. Carefully, Sakura lowered her hands and slowly rose to her feet, her back turned to her companion. "I know," she said quietly, her voice almost drowned out by the roaring thunder in the black skies. She turned to stare at her companion, her captain for this mission, as she spoke again. "Could we bring their bodies back with us to Konoha? It won't slow us down...will it, Naruto?"
The blond shook his head with a small understanding smile. "No, it won't slow us down, Sakura-chan." Naruto turned to their other two teammates; their faces were saddened by Sakura's current loss. "Neiji, Lee, would you guys mind?"
Both shinobi shook their head and picked up one body each before they jumped to a tree and darted out of sight. Sakura looked up at the night sky and blinked when a water droplet fell into her eye. She soon realized that it was raining and that the sky had been crying for a long while. 'Why can the sky cry for them...but I cannot?' she thought to herself. She looked over at Naruto, they exchanged a nod, and then the two of them jumped up into a nearby tree, understanding that it was not safe to linger in the enemy's territory any longer than they already had. Naruto and Sakura quickly caught up with Neiji and Lee, and from that point on, Sakura never averted her eyes away from the slung corpses over the two men's shoulders.
"Sakura-chan," Naruto said softly from behind her, "will you be alright?"
She nodded her head, but said nothing more. She did not need to say any more, he understood her...if only a little and she did not feel like talking right now anyway. She was feeling disturbed. She knew that she should feel great and unimaginable sadness, depression, helplessness... something, but she felt nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Naruto felt bad for Sakura, the way she remained calm and kept herself together impressed him. The old Sakura would have broken down and wailed or bawled right on the spot. She was hurting on the inside, no matter how detached she made herself of emotion at the moment; he knew that she had to be hurting on the inside. He hardly knew the two shinobi whom had died, but he felt sad, and a small pang in his chest at remembering how they died. 'Looks like this mission was a failure,' he thought as he followed closely behind Sakura. 'At least we were able to get that scroll from Rock Country.'
Sakura glanced back at Naruto for a brief moment to see a grim expression on his face. She envied him. No matter what, he was always able to wear his emotions proudly, and vaguely, she could remember a time when she, too, wore her emotions proudly. To her, that time seemed to have been in a whole different life time. She mentally cursed for not keeping herself focused. One minute she was staring at Neiji's back, and the next she found herself emerged in darkness.
She was floating on water, ice cold water. She had experienced this once before. Slowly, she stood in the water, and then the Arctic water disappeared, her clothes completely dry. It was dark, the only thing she could make out was dried out trees, or perhaps the trees were all dead and not dried out. Nothing had life: the trees, the patch of dried out dirt where there should be green grass, the dead crumpled flowers, and even the water was not as alive as it should be. She was inside of her mind. This empty dark hell was her mind.
As she looked around, she swore that it had gotten worse sense the last time she had been in her own mind. Her expression was dull when she felt a familiar chakra behind her. Without turning around, she spoke. "What do you want now?"
Behind Sakura, Inner Sakura materialized out of a faint purple chakra. Her arms were crossed, her face the same as Sakura's for the time being. Although Inner Sakura looked a lot like the real Sakura, inner Sakura had a soft worry in her eyes as she continued to look at Sakura's back. "Rude, just like always," she said mockingly.
"Shut the hell up. Why are you here and why are you me? Why not show up in your own damn skin and not someone else's?"
"Not in the mood to talk, love?" asked inner Sakura, seemingly unfazed by Sakura's ill treatment.
Sakura growled low in her throat as the muscles in her jaw tightened. "I never want to talk with you. What do you want?"
Inner Sakura transformed herself into a beautiful black haired woman with a long white dress with a golden sash. The white dress pooled around her feet and the sleeves were off her shoulders. "Why did you not let me help you out there?"
"Because I do not need your help, that's why. I would rather die than let you help me again, you beast. The last time you helped me you almost killed someone important to me..." Sakura clenched her fists tightly as a memory jolted in her mind, making her flinch involuntarily. She closed her eyes and calmed her self down as best she could, trying not to snap at the woman behind her.
Slowly, Sakura turned around to stare into the woman's bright yellow eyes, her own emerald eyes looking dull in comparison. "You almost killed him that time...I won't let you do anything like it again."
The woman shook her head slowly, "I am not a beast, Sakura. You know that. I am a goddess. If you would have just let me help you back there then your...they would not have died. I could have prevented it somehow."
"No, you would have most likely killed them yourself, and then you would have turned on my teammates after you killed the entire enemy nin nearby. I don't need you."
"That's not true. You need me, Sakura. Let me help you."
Sakura shook her head and took a few steps back. "No. Enough talking. I am leaving."
The darkness lifted from her ever so slowly and she opened her emerald eyes. She was met with a pair of blue eyes looking down at her, and she blinked confusingly, noticing that she was no longer jumping in the air from tree to tree. "What happened?"
"You just fell out of the tree, Sakura chan. It was like you just let yourself fall in the middle of jumping. You sure you're okay?"
Sakura sat up and looked around, ignoring his question. "Where are we?"
"We're almost at Konoha's gates. Neiji and Lee went on ahead of us."
Without a word, Sakura stood up from the ground and dusted her back. "We should get going then. We don't want to keep them waiting, do we?" With a nod, Naruto took off for Konoha, Sakura following closely behind him as she dived into her own thoughts. So much had changed over these past two years. No one bothered to really keep in touch anymore, except for herself and Kakashi. He was the only one who always sought her out. Ino had died on an A-ranked mission about a year ago, Naruto was happily married with Hinata, who was expecting a child, and he was ANBU, so he did not have any time left over for her...And Sasuke...well, he was a whole different matter all together.
She had always been the underdog, the weakest member of her three member team, the one who watched everything happen from a distance while everyone protected her. She was always being criticized by her family and friends about how weak she was and useless she was. She was no longer weak, no longer the underdog, no longer being called useless. Yet, she was still watching certain things from a distance, still being criticized by others, though not directly because almost everyone was frightened of her; but she would hear whispers about her around the village.
At times, the falseness of the rumors would irritate her, anger her, but she would never do anything about it. She just did not care about anything anymore. She neither cared if she lived or died, at this point, everything seemed so pointless to her. What was the point in staying alive when there was nothing waiting for her? When there was nothing to look forward to? Often, she would find herself wishing from someone to end her life, but her wish would never come true. There was no one out there in the world that could kill her; she was far too strong, too clever, and merciless.
She had turned completely cold, devoid of all the emotions she once had. She never smiled anymore, and she seemed to have forgotten how to show kindness to those around her. She was lost, stuck in a current of darkness. No one needed her; no one loved her in the way she wanted to be loved. No one ever needed her, did they? No one ever loved her, did they? No. No, they did not. There was no use for her, no purpose for her. Id she died right here and now, life would go on. Her death would not leave an impact on anyone's life. So why was she alive? What purpose could her pathetic existence have other than to kill, assassinate, and complete missions for her village?
"Sakura-chan, do you want me to get Tsunade to take a look at you?"
Sakura shook her head almost immediately, "No, there is no need. I'm not injured, I'm fine." She took a look around to see her surroundings, and found that she was in the hospital. To her surprise, her dull green eyes were fixed on two body bags in the white room across from where she stood.
Naruto had not asked if she was alright, so she assumed that the whole while she had been staring at the black body bags, he had thought that she was mourning their deaths. She felt a small pang in her heart and inwardly sighed. Naruto and everyone else must truly think that she was a horrible, emotionless, unfeeling person.
In those black body bags were two shinobi, shinobi whom had raised her sense she was an infant. In those body bags were shinobi whom had once told her they loved her. Shinobi that took care of her when they could. They were shinobi that gave their lives for there village, for Konoha. In those body bags...were the corpses of her parents; her mother and father, but she could not even cry for them.
She felt bad. They were dead, and she could not mourn, could not cry, could not muster the desire nor need to cry for them. She felt nothing except for the small ache in her heart every few minutes. She closed her eyes and turned back to Naruto. "Where's Neiji and Lee?" she asked, suddenly noticing that they were no where to be seen.
Naruto frowned. "They left a while ago. They tried saying bye to you, but you were staring out at space. It was like you weren't really here."
She nodded before she walked towards the hospital's exit without looking at Naruto or the two body bags behind her. She walked out of the hospital, the double doors opening up automatically for her to exit, and then closing silently behind her as she walked out into the rain filled night. The streets of Konoha were empty at this late hour, and the rain drove away anyone who might still be awake and wanting to take a relaxing walk around the village. It was pouring, the rain making it seem like there was mist all around her. The heavens were heaving oceans of water down at the Earth, and Sakura welcomed all of it.
As she walked towards her parents' house, she let the rain soak her from head to toe, letting the water wash the matted blood on her face, in her pink locks, her once white ANBU vest, and letting it muddy her sandaled feet. She cringed as she felt a throbbing pain on her left side, and the chilling temperature began to sink in. She was glad that Tsunade had not been at the hospital when she was there because Tsunade would have noticed the wound and insisted on treating it immediately.
The sharp pain pulsed through her whole body and she fell to her hands and knees, the ground scraping harshly against her knees and drawing blood even though her pants did not rip. The muddied sand entered her palms as the soft skin there tore as well, and she hissed lightly. Where the throbbing pain was coming from, she did not know. She just knew she deserved the current pain she was receiving because of her inability to cry for her dead parents.
There was an ache in her heart, something clenched her heart lightly and she allowed herself to fall to the wet, muddied ground. She moved her head to the side so she would be able to breath, but other than that, she made no other attempt to pick herself up. She just lay there, allowing the rain to fall on her mercilessly while her green eyes seemed to be staring out into the distance and at nothing in particular.
'Why am I still alive? Where am I going and – no, why am I trying to go home when there is no home to go home to anyway? ...There was never really any home to go home to for a long time now. That is why I said that I couldn't cry...because they were never really there for me. I can't cry for them even though they were my parents because they turned their backs on me. They ignored me...they left me on my own all the time...They never really loved me...'
'But you still cannot bring yourself to hate them or be happy that they are gone. Face it Sakura, a part of the real you is still within you, no matter how much you deny it; it is still there.'
'Go away.'
She guessed that the house she had been brought up in no longer had any connection with her. For three years, she had been staying over at Kakashi's apartment when her parents were not home. She would hate to stay in the Haruno's big house all by herself, and Kakashi would always come to get her at her house. He would invite her over for dinner, watch a movie or read a book together before they fell asleep. She would go to his apartment...except he was on a mission so it did not matter which house she went to tonight. The end result would be the same no matter what; she would be alone.
At the sound of distant footsteps, Sakura was aware that someone was walking towards her. She knew it was not Naruto, he was with Hinata by now, enjoying the warmness of his house, lying next to the one he loved, and besides, he had not even noticed in the least that she was injured. Who could it be, walking around in this rain at this hour? Well, who ever he was, he was heading straight towards the Hokage's tower, she was sure of it.
She should not care that a stranger was walking towards her, should not care what he or she saw. Perhaps she should play dead and hope that the stranger just walked passed her, and left her lying in the rain. Yet, there was something different in the stranger's chakra readings. She had felt this person's chakra before. . .it was so familiar to her.
Sakura made herself stand up while holding her left side with her right hand, her legs wobbling slightly as she rose. She would not allow anyone she knew see her beaten up, she had far too much pride for that, and besides, she did not know who was walking towards her. If it were Kakashi, then she most definitely did not want him to see her this way.
She narrowed her eyes in an attempt to see who it was, but the only thing she could see past the mist was that something was hovering above the figure and that the form walking towards her appeared to be male. Sakura straightened up as much as she could as the male continued to come closer and closer. Slowly, she realized who it was walking in the middle of the street in the pouring rain.
Unwillingly and abruptly, she remembered being pushed backward off a tree branch with great speed and force, then being pinned to a tree by a monstrous hand before everything went black. She clearly remembered the sand that held her to the tree, and she willed the memory away because she harbored no ill feelings of hatred towards him. She slowly blinked twice, and realized that she was staring at her sandaled feet, so she raised her eyes to stare in front of her. . .only to find that he was now standing in front of her, his head tilted to the side and arms crossed over his chest.
Sakura stared at him for a long time, her green, dull eyes staring into his blue ones. She noted that he had changed since the last time they had met; his eyes were not as dull as they used to be. Without her consent, his name left her lips. ". . .Gaara. . ."
It was a while before he answered her, looking her over once and concluding that she had just returned from a hard mission. "Why are you here and not in the hospital? You have lost a lot of blood."
Sakura resisted the urge to roll her eyes, at his pointing out of the obvious, wondering who was worse: Kakashi or Gaara? "I'm fine. What are you. . .doing here?"
For old times sake, Gaara commanded his sand to rush out towards her, making it seem like was getting ready to wrap her in his Sabaku no Kyo and kill her. The sand slowly crawled up her legs, gripping the tightly. He was by no means prepared for the order that came from her lips.
"Kill me."
His face remained expressionless with a great deal of effort, but he was shocked. Why would she ask that of him? Without getting the chance to question the injured kunoichi in front of him, she fell forward. His sand would have easily caught her, but he commanded his sand not to move, allowing her to fall on to him, her head landing in the middle of his chest as his arms held her around the waist to keep her from slipping off of him and onto the muddied ground. He looked down at her. She was still conscious, but she could no longer stand on her own. It appeared that she was in worse shape than he had thought. "Sakura-"
"Why?" she whispered against his chest, her arms at her sides limply. She looked up at him with great difficulty. "G-Gaara. . .why? Why is it. . .always me? Am. . .am I not meant to be happy?"
Her voice sounded so sad to his ears. So broken. He simply held her against him, silently giving her comfort. It was awkward, he had never held anyone before in his life, but this is what he had seen other people do when someone was sad or injured. He had never seen her like this before. Then again, it was not very often that she and he spent any time together. He looked down at her only to find that she was unconscious.
Lifting her up and carrying her bride style as he walked at a fast pace towards the hospital, he wondered why she was alone in the rain. If she had gone on a mission alone, then she would have had to see the Hokage to turn in her mission report, and the Hokage would have noticed her injury them moment Sakura would have walked through the door. If she had been on a four man team for the mission, then at least on of them should have noticed her injury.
Gaara unconsciously tightened his hold on her as he ordered his sand to transport them to the hospital. Where the hell was Naruto Uzumaki? Why had he not checked up on her to make sure that she was okay? Gaara's sand shielded him and Sakura from the rain again as he now stood in front of the hospital's double doors. Why did she want to die?
Walking pass the nurse sitting at the desk, who was asleep, he made his way down one of the halls in search of Tsunade or Shizune. Searching for their chakra signatures, Gaara turned a corner onto another hall and found Shizune's. Without permission or any type of warning, Gaara opened a hospital room and found her sleeping, her head flat against a brown desk while sitting in a black chair. "Shizune."
Said medical ninja awoke with a star, head snapping up at Gaara as she stood up from her chair. "G-Gaara-sama! We were not expecting you until tomorrow!" she blurted out.
"Should you not be more worried about Sakura?" Gaara asked impatiently.
Shizune, noticing the pink haired kunoichi for the first time gasped and was looking her over in an instant. "Oh my kami, what happened?" she asked as she walked out of the room towards another room across the hall.
Gaara was not sure if he should answer her question or not, after all, he was not there; so he decided to ignore her question for now. "Where is Tsunade-sama?"
"Ah, she is still filing away some files at Headquarters." Shizune motioned for Gaara to put Sakura down on the bed, but the moment he began to lower her on to the bed, she clung to him tightly, making small noises of protest.
Gaara stood straight and looked at Shizune. "I would rather you went to get the Hokage."
"But Tsunade-sama is-"
"I don't care. Go get her, now." He watched as Shizune nodded and ran off to get Tsunade, leaving him alone in the room with Sakura. Attempting to lay her down on the bed again, he received the same reaction as before. Not knowing what else to do, Gaara sat down on the bed with Sakura in is lap, her head resting comfortably on his left shoulder. He unclipped her white vest and carefully removed it to throw it on the floor, his eyes catching a glimpse of a shiny metal object poking out of her left side.
Taking a closer look, Gaara noticed a senbon needle sticking out of the skin just below her ribs. 'How the hell could no one notice a fucking senbon needle in her side?' Gaara thought heatedly as he reached over towards the counter and opened a drawer to get a dry whit cloth. Taking a short breath, Gaara grasped the senbon in his right hand, and in one fluid motion, pulled it out to replace it with the white cloth. He pressed the cloth against her side tightly, trying to keep the blood from flowing out of her wound.
Gaara had never thought that the first time he would see Sakura again after two years; she would be in such a poor condition. He could not believe how much she had changed in these passed two long years. For a long time, Gaara just sat up on the hospital bed with Sakura on his lap, his left hand keeping constant pressure on her wound as he suddenly got an image of a fifteen-year-old Sakura smiling at him sweetly. He had another image of a sixteen-year-old Sakura, eyes closed with happiness and a bright smile on her face as the wind blew her semi-long hair behind her.
Somehow, he felt Sakura was lost, like she had been thrown in the background and forgotten. She seemed fragile and insecure with herself, not at all like the happy, energetic girl he had met. To his dismay, her face was getting pale. He hoped that Tsunade would hurry up and show up in front of him any second.
He was getting irritated. Why he did not know, but he assumed that it was partially due to Sakura's current state. Her atmosphere had gone and made a 360 degree turn. He could feel it as he held her in his arms. It was like she was no longer there, like she was a shell of the person he once knew. Her soul...it felt empty, just the way he used to feel what seemed to ages ago.
Looking back a few years, he remembered how bad of a ninja she was, wearing all of her emotions like clothes for all to see although shinobi rule number twenty-five clearly said, "A shinobi must never show his tears in battle." He had seen her cry on various occasions, seen her seethe in anger when insulted, and seen unmatched determination.
However, he – Sabaku no Gaara – had close to no emotions. He knew what they were, but understood too little of what certain emotions meant. Half of the time that was the reason why he was frustrated, because he did not know what they really meant, and the other half of the time, he did not know what it was that he was feeling.
Sensing the approaching presence of the powerful Hokage herself, Gaara removed himself from his thoughts and straightened himself up as much as he could on the bed while trying not to move Sakura around too much, nor remove his left hand from her wound.
Corresponding with Gaara's thoughts, the tall, high heeled kunoichi with long blond hair pulled back in a low pony tail and honey colored eyes walked into the same room Gaara was in. As she walked in the room, her heels clicking loudly as she walked on the solid cement beneath her, she immediately went into medic mode. "Gaara-sama, I will need you to lay her down on the bed."
Gaara made no motion to move as he stared at the Hokage's eyes. "It would appear that I am not able to, for she will not allow me to put her down. Besides, it appears she is having some sort of bad dream," he said as he watched Sakura's face clench and unclench.
Tsunade nodded before she walked over to the bed Gaara was sitting on and removed Sakura's hands from his shirt with a bit of effort then put her on the bed. "I see you already took out the cause of her injury?" She saw him nod once sharply, and she proceeded to take Sakura's blood stained, dirtied black shirt to reveal a smaller black tank top underneath.
Running her hand around the wound, Tsunade examined it carefully. "It's infected due to the rain and dirt that managed to seep into the wound. The weapon apparently had a poisoned tip as well." Tsunade ran her hand over the wound slowly, effectively healing the skin and making it seem like the cut was not there in the first place.
"Was that all you had to do?" Gaara asked.
"No, I have to remove the poison that got into her system, and try to reduce her fever."
'Fever? She didn't have one just a couple of minutes ago,' thought Gaara as he continued to watch Tsunade heal Sakura.
Pouring some chakra into Sakura's chakra system in an attempt to take out the poison, Tsunade knitted her thin blond eyebrows together in frustration. 'Shit, not again. Sakura, fight her, don't let her gain control of you. Let me help you.' She again tried to remove the poison, but again she was not able to. The blond woman cursed and slammed her fist down on the whit counter beside her, breaking it in half unconsciously.
"Damn it! She won't let me heal her. She's not accepting my chakra or my help," she whispered to her self.
Gaara raised a non-existent eyebrow in her direction. "What?"
". . .Nothing. She will be awake soon, and she will be moody when she does. I can't do anything for Sakura anymore. I did what I could. . .she just needs some rest, that's all."
He watched as Tsunade took one last look at Sakura before she walked out of the hospital room after she had taken off Sakura's sandals and covered her almost dry body with the white bed sheets. Who was Tsunade talking about? Who was she, and why would she be moody? 'What the hell is going on?' he though as he stared at Sakura's sleeping form. Leaning against the wall next to her bed, Gaara closed his eyes to meditate. Perhaps those were questions better answered by Sakura...when she awoke.
For the mean time, Gaara would be waiting for her to awake, and because he could not sleep, he decided to watch her through out the whole night. Seeing her again for the first time in two years was stirring unknown emotions within him. When she awoke, he would be there, watching over her.
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