Okay here's the second chapter, Sasuke's POV. Rewritten. :)
He was a busy man. Being the director of a company, his life was hectic, and love-life non-existent. Some say it's because he's asexual, some say that maybe he just hasn't found the 'right one' yet, and others, the ones who knew him well, know that it was because he was in an unrequited love. In his extremely busy everyday life, he makes it a point to clear up a space in his packed schedule to visit the blonde every day.
Today, just like any other day, he comes to visit the blonde, this day, with a bouquet of flowers. He changes to flowers once every week. The staffs at the hospital, the nurses and the doctors, all greet him on his way, used to his presence in the hospital, seeing as to how he has been visiting every day for the past few years. Some envy the blonde patient, for having someone love him so much, to this extent. Others, pity the Uchiha, for loving someone who could never wake up.
He visits the blonde with renewed hope every day, and when he arrives at the ward to see the blonde still lying asleep on the bed, he feels a slight disappointment. He walks forward to the vase, takes out the old flowers from the week before, changes the water, and places the new bouquet of flowers into the white vase. Satisfied with his work, he brings the old flowers out to throw.
On his way back to the ward, he starts thinking about what to talk to the blonde about today. He never once received a reply, but he still talked to him, believing that the blonde could hear what he said, that it would be an encouragement, that the blonde would eventually wake up. He hopes and prays for the day to arrive as soon as possible.
Just as he enters the ward, he sees a horrifying, eerie, and yet enchantingly beautiful sight.
He sees bright blonde hair ruffling in the wind, face void of emotion, while beautiful blue eyes swirling with emotion, of which he identified loneliness, grief, regret, anger, and sorrow. He sees the both arms hanging beside him full of scars and wounds open, blood flowing down his arms, pooling on the ground beside him, drowning a crushed sakura petal on the floor, and then he realizes bitterly what that lost look on his face was about. He mentally curses that pink-haired girl.
He sees the man he loves in a hospital gown, surrounded by blood, with his face showing so much emotion, and yet at the same time, not at all, and he believes that it was one of the most eerie, and yet most beautiful and unforgettable sights he has ever seen.
He was mesmerized, too mesmerized to realize what he was doing, or what he was not doing. He was too enchanted to realize what he should do before it was too late; at the rate the blood was spilling.
He then catches him whispering to no one in particular, "I'm sorry." He then wonders why, and to whom was it for.
He then sees the tears streaming down his face, and he somehow understands that those were the kind of tears that could never be wiped away, the tears that he experience long ago before the blonde went into coma. His chest clenches and his heart races, feeling a deep unsettlement and anxiety in him. Those tears, that look, this was exactly like before.
Before he realizes it, he sees the love of his life lifting himself off the ground, and body was halfway through the window. He then hears him say, "There's no turning back now." And he knows what the blonde meant.
When he sees the blonde pushing himself forward a bit, he screams out to the blonde, "Naruto!" Hoping he could stop his moment, even just for a while, enough for him to pull the blonde back and off the window, out from danger.
As he rushes forward, Naruto turns his head back to look at him for the first time, and his heart races. "Goodbye, Sasuke." He hears the blonde bid his last farewell and one last forced smile, before giving the last push and fell out the window.
All these years, he has been waiting for the blonde to wake up, to say his name, to see his smile; but just not like this.
He looks out the window to see the one thing he loved, the person more precious to him than his own life, falling at a rapid speed towards his death, and he sees the blonde shutting his eyes, mouth forming the word, 'Sakura'. He hates the girl with all his heart.
Tears start to pour out his eyes, and his hand clutches at the clothe right where his heart is. He feels as if his heart has been torn out of his chest and then shattered to a million pieces. He wonders how he could ever go on.
He screams his whole heart out, shouting the name of the person he loves, "NARUTO!"
The love of his life had just died.
That night, as he was driving home in his car, he comes to a decision. He speeds up his car rather noticeably. He turns a different way, a route that passes a cliff. At the curve, he doesn't move to turn the steering wheel, and he lets the car drive off the cliff and fall into the water below. That night, he commits suicide by driving off a cliff. His world had been shattered, the center of his world was gone, and the only reason why he was alive was dead.
As he drowns, the only thing that occupies his mind was Naruto. He thinks of everything that has happened, of all the happy moments, how they met, how they grew to become friends, and then how Sakura came and ruined everything. He closes his eyes shut.
He sincerely hopes that there was such thing as an afterlife, maybe then he would be able to see Naruto again, and maybe this time he could save him.
If there was such thing as reincarnation, he hopes he would be able to meet Naruto again in his next life, as he was sure that he would fall in love with him all over again. Maybe this time, they would get their happy ending. The next time, he wishes that a certain pink-haired girl wouldn't be in the picture, that his love would be requited. One life worth of unrequited love was enough for him. But if it was for Naruto, if it was for his happiness, he wouldn't mind suffering another life of unrequited love. Just for Naruto.
Tears slip from his eyes, mixing and being lost in the ocean. All the times they spent together flashes before him, the happy moments, the quarrels, the sad times, and the last image lingers in his mind; the image from the hospital ward earlier on.
More tears escape his eyes, bubbles from his mouth as his lungs started to fill with salty water the more he swallows, and his lungs start to burn. And right before he dies, before he blacks out, he breathes out one last word, a name, "Naruto…"
He just wishes he could see the blonde's happy smile again.
THE END.
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