title: [prom]
summary: It was the one night lovers should attend together.
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Because forbidden love is an overrated cliché
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Soft, mellow music began to fill the ballroom as the King and Queen of the night led the first dance of the night.
Green eyes watched them sway to the music together. They looked so perfect in each other's arms. How she wished...
Shaking her head softly, she chastised herself. That night was supposed to be special—it was the night she dreamt about her whole life; she couldn't let her misfortune in the matter of love ruin it.
However, as she watched the guys approach a girl—offering their hands with a smile, she knew she could no longer stay in there.
She just couldn't.
No matter how she wanted to be not bitter, she just couldn't.
Why did life have to be so damningly unfair?
Grabbing her purse off what she only then realized to be empty table—when did they leave? The thought only furthered the bitterness and jealousy she was feeling—she headed out of the ballroom.
Teachers smiled at her as she passed by their tables on her quest to exit the ballroom, complimenting her dress and asking if she was enjoying herself.
Putting up a fake facade that only reflected 'happiness,' she answered that she was.
However when they asked why she wasn't out on the dance floor, like the rest of her peers were, she immediately excused herself.
She breathed out a sigh of relief as she stepped into the carpeted floor outside the ballroom.
She just couldn't stay there.
Not in a place where couples were in each others' arms where they belonged.
Where did that leave her then?
"Sakura!" a familiar voice erupted a few feet from her.
Quickly, she turned to the direction of her caller—
She dropped her purse on the carpet.
"Sasuke?" she whispered in disbelief, emerald eyes shining in shock.
She could not believe he'd be there; she could not believe he was even there.
As Sasuke approached her, she noticed how he was wearing a purple tie underneath his suit. How did he even know the colour of her dress?
Once they were only at arm's length, she threw herself towards him, and he caught her in his arms, holding her to his chest—and she realized that this was the answer to her question, this was where she belonged.
"Why didn't tell me you were coming?" her voice was muffled as she buried her face on his shoulder.
His arms tightened around her. "I didn't want to disappoint you in case I didn't make it. And besides, your dad..."
She only further pressed her face against his shoulder, rubbing her right cheek against his sleek black suit.
"Stop rubbing your face, you'd ruin your makeup," he told her in a reprimanding tone.
"Since when did you care about a girl's makeup?"
The playful growl against her neck told her he didn't like his sexuality being questioned.
Sakura missed having these moments with him. God, how she missed him. If only...
"I fucking missed you."
"I missed you, too."
"I've got an idea. Let's elope."
"What?"
She pulled away from him, but not entirely, just enough to look at him in the eye—he was serious.
A frown curved down her lips.
"Sasuke..."
They couldn't. As much as she wanted to, it wasn't the solution. It wasn't the answer.
"Don't you love me anymore, Sakura?"
"Sasuke... please, don't do this."
"Your answer, Sakura," he deadpanned, withdrawing his arms from her waist to cup her face between his hands.
She gazed into his dark eyes...
Of course she loved—loves—him, and he was a fool to question it. After all these years, he was all she ever loved. And honestly, she didn't think she'd ever love another as much as loved him.
However, what he was asking of her was...
"This isn't the way, Sasuke. We'd only make the situation worse."
He scoffed. "It's bad enough as it is, how bad could it get?"
"Can we talk about this after tonight?" when he gave a disapproving look, she continued, "I promise after this, we'll talk about it."
He sighed, giving up. Removing his hands from her face and taking a step away from her, he held out his hand.
"May I have this dance?"
"Here?"
"Sure," he shrugged, "considering how I am not allowed inside."
They'll discuss their problems later but until then, they'd dance in each others arms without a care for the world.
The end.
a's note: done in less than an hour. i don't know where this came from. i was supposed to be sleeping but then i couldn't so here it is! i apologize for the mistakes. oh, got to go. it's almost 4am.