notes: so these are just some little things that i've written and can't seem to finish

disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.


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He looks at her and she is burning.

His dark eyes smolders, suffocates. They dig her a grave so deep she can't possibly get herself out.

Sakura stands, she feels the pinpricks of his ebony eyes move along her body. Everywhere they look, they leave trails of devastating anxiety and agony in their wake. She is more nervous than the time she had to go to the principal's office after punching a girl on the nose for calling Ino a slut. She is more nervous than when the man she did not love, will never love, knelt before her in front of the flashing lights of the city's biggest football stadium and asked her to marry him. She is more nervous than she has ever been in her life.

She hates it.

Sakura hates the feel of his eyes on her person. They make her sick, like a crawling parasitic feeling of invasion and helplessness. As if he had the right to lay his eyes on her, as if she were his to possess. She loathes him.

He left and she had been broken.

For three and a half years she had picked herself piece by piece to make herself whole again and here he is now. With a look, she feels herself coming undone again.

Nononono, she thinks. Stop looking, you left, you left, and I moved on, you can't be back, you can't, she tells herself this. But he is still there looking for the world that he has the right to just be.

She feels an arm snake around her waist. "Sakura, who is this?" The husky masculine voice snaps her from her wandering thoughts. She turns to meet the warm brown eyes of her fiancé.

"He's…"

my ex-lover, my ex-everything, the one who broke my heart, she can't quite decide what to tell him.

"Uchiha Sasuke."

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notes: not much, but meh. Review!