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Heartbreak

"Sorry, you're a nice guy and all, but I…" I don't let her finish the sentence.

"But I am not your type, right? Or you don't want to get involved in a serious relationship yet, right? Or the good ol' 'it's not you, it's me', right?" I reply to her, as she gapes in shock. She stays silent for a moment, trying to come up with something to say, an excuse perhaps, but I grew tired of those, so instead of waiting for her to talk again, I bide my farewells and walk away.

I can't seem to catch a break when it comes to love. Nearing twenty-six years of age now, I work as an attorney for my father's company, I have a nice three bedroom apartment, a great car, my life is looking good so far. I shouldn't have anything to complain about, right? Except, I'm very lonely. I keep looking for a good woman to stand by me, to share my stuff with, to share a life with, but I always end up being either rejected, dumped after a few weeks to a month or with gold diggers who want to use me. It is very frustrating really because I don't understand what is so bad about me that drives women away. Not that I am perfect in any way, but they never care to explain to me what exactly they didn't appreciate about me. My permanent serious demeanor? Who knows, maybe they gave signs as to what I should change about myself, but I never read them. Never mind now, I already decided not to date anymore, to spare myself the heartbreak.

Driving home from my now ex-girlfriend's apartment I see a moving truck in front of my apartment building, a new neighbor I assume? I park my car and walk over to the entrance, and I see a short, pink-haired woman struggling with a box.

"Want me to help you with that?" I offer, seeing as though it could be too heavy for her to carry.

"Yes, thank you." She puts down the box and looks up at me, her cheeks turning a slight shade of pink as she smiles. I pick it up for her, truly quite on the heavier side and I follow her to her apartment, what do you know? The apartment right next to mine. I place down the box and I'm about to take my leave when she asked shyly, "Uhm, would it bother you if you helped me with the other boxes as well?" I look at her and she had pleading puppy dog eyes, in a normal circumstance I would've easily said yes and went home, but something about her Eau de Nil colored eyes drew me in, and I couldn't escape.

"Sure," I said, as she smiled at me.

The entire evening was spent carrying boxes after boxes from the truck to the elevator and finally to her living room. How can one single person have so many belongings is beyond me. When I moved here I only had a third the amount of stuff. Many of the boxes were labeled books, a reader huh? A woman of culture perhaps? I shake my head slightly, why do I even care? She's just a new neighbor I will only see on accident sometimes, maybe. I bring the last box in the living room and I'm beaten and sore. She already began sorting through her belongings. I let myself drop on her couch, tired. She sees that and giggles.

"I can't thank you enough, I couldn't have done it without your help." She said sincerely.

"No problem," I assure her, though my back was hurting, and I was beyond tired at this point. "I'll leave you to this." I point out to the mess of boxes. She gives me a nervous laugh.

"Ha, yeah, I have a lot of work to do around here. Say, I can't repay you much but maybe, if you want, I can invite you to dinner one evening to thank you for the help?" She smiles. I look at her, thinking of an answer. I want to say no, I want to say I don't care for making friends among neighbors. I want to say I have no desire to be around someone of the opposite sex for a while now after the yet another break-up that happened earlier today, but I can't.

"I live in the apartment just right from yours. Bye." I wave and take my leave. I get inside and was about to go lay in bed when I hear a knock on the door. I go open and see it's her.

"Sorry! I'm sure your tired and all, but I never got your name." That's right, I forgot.

"Uchiha Sasuke."

"Sasuke-kun huh?" She smiles. "I'm Haruno Sakura. Nice meeting you. Bye." And with that, she goes back to her apartment. I stay there staring at her front door. Why does her smile draw me so much to her?

I lay in bed that night, trying to fall asleep, but all I can do is think of her. Dammit.


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