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He watched her.
He watched the girl on her hands and knees, taking care of a grave that she shouldn't even bother with.
And why, why was she bothering? Why was she even there? He was dead, he left her, he abandoned her! He had torn open her heart and laughed as she bled out, still telling him she loved him.
And she had the nerve to still care about him? The nerve to say sorry, like it was her fault? Who did she think she was, caring about him. Did she think that she would get anything from bothering with him, who was dead lying in a grave still as perfect looking as before.
He hears her whisper sorry, and a part of him he never knew he had when he was alive, clenches ever so slightly.
Then that boy comes. The one who was the closest thing to his best friend. The one whom he has unknowingly trusted Sakura to when he left. Naruto looks at the girl, and Sasuke is surprised to see how worried the blonde is. "Sakura-" He begins, a silent beg in his voice. "You should come back, it's cold out." As though to make his point, a cold burst comes through, making the two living shiver.
She doesn't respond, just keeps pulling the weeds.
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