Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto!

Summary: "I know you wouldn't care, but a part of me hopes you would. I didn't want that hope to vanish, because hope always kept me going, you know?"

A/N: Okay, so, hi. This is the last chapter. Remember when I said it'd be 5 chapters? Well, the chapter 4 was initially just 343 words (and pretty much boring as a stand-alone chapter) so I merged it with the final one. I'm really, really, sorry if I disappointed you with this. This is my first fic ever, and I promise that the upcoming ones will be better. I won't be updating on a new story until a little later on with the year, because I gotta catch up with real-life stuff.

Thank you for the support of Hikaru Morningstar, LoverForAnime, and Mizuhime-chan! LadyMartel4000, thank you as well. I'm full of surprises, haha. Well no, not really. But.

Sakura looked at the clouds from the steps her porch. It had been a week and a day since she's last seen Sasuke. Why didn't she tell him? She felt so unfair.

"I know I matter to him in some small way, but…" Her gaze fell to her hand, where a small button was. His button from two years ago. Her lips formed a sad smile. "I still like Sasuke-kun, after all."

"Sakura."

That voice was hauntingly familiar. A part of her knew it was him, and she didn't want to look because she might be wrong. She didn't want to be wrong.

But she looked anyway; it was just a spur of the moment.

"Sasuke-kun…"

And there he was, the almighty Uchiha Sasuke, standing a few feet before her. Her eyes slowly met his, and she almost lost herself in his eyes. He was glaring hard, with an intensity way greater than when they first met the last time he had ever glared at her. But, despite how scary his eyes were, there was something there different from the last time as well. Something she couldn't place her finger on.

Was that worry? Anger? Relief? Desperation?

He looked like an angry little boy who's gotten his candy stolen.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"… I didn't think it was necessary." I flashed him a smile.

"Bullshit." I was baffled. Sasuke-kun didn't curse unless he was really mad. I sort of understand that he'd be pissed, because he'd think I was making a fool out of him, even if it's not my intention.

"…"

"Tell me the truth, Sakura."

"I was scared, Sasuke-kun…" I said, hoping my voice wouldn't break.

"Scared? Of telling me? How the hell-"

"I'm scared of your reaction," I cut him off, my eyes never leaving his. Seeing his befuddlement, I continued, "Or the lack of it. I know you wouldn't care, but a part of me hopes you would. I didn't want that hope to vanish, because hope always kept me going, you know?"

He didn't say anything. So I said, "There are some things better left unsaid," and smiled.

"You're wrong."

Before I could even ask what I was wrong about, he kissed me.

I didn't know why I kissed her. It's not that I didn't want to, but I usually think a little before I act. But that moment, it felt so right. It was always hard for me to put my feelings into words, so by kissing her I hoped I didn't have to explain.

Well, I was wrong.

"Wh-why did you k-kiss me, S-sasuke-kun?" Sakura looked so confused, it made me want to do it again.

And holy crap, I can't believe I just thought of that.

"What, wasn't the message clear enough? Do I have to do it again?" I didn't mind. Not at all. I'm supposed to be mad at her right now, but there's a part of me that's happy. Anxious, too.

"N-no!" she hid buried her face in her hands, looking so flustered. I figured it was the right time to say what she deserved to know.

"Sakura, you're wrong. Of course I care. I would've even stopped you. And that wasn't better left unsaid. I like having you around. I like that you care about me. I like that you still like me, because I like you too. I don't know since when, or why, but I just do. And that's all that matters to me right now. You've grown on me, and as horribly cheesy as it sounds, I can't live without you." That was probably the longest sentence I've ever said to anyone. But for Sakura, there's no limit.

She looked up, meeting my eyes once again, taking the time to absorb what I just said. She smiled, stifling her giggles,'Horribly cheesy?'"

Her laugh calmed me down from my perplexed state. But it was her embrace that made me feel the happiest I've ever been.

Um, review please? Gosh, I think it was just so anticlimactic; I'm that much of an aromantic (let's pretend it's a word). Need to get back on reading new romance novels (and get a life as well).

I keep on repeating and repeating all over again, but some constructive criticism is more than welcomed. And maybe friends;A too. I hope you'll check out my future works, too.