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saturdays
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Sakura bought a small bouquet of white chrysanthemums from the Yamanaka flower shop, and set off to find him.
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"I'm not making amends," she said, as she laid the flowers at the foot of his parents' grave.
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Sasuke stared at the chrysanthemums for a long moment, and then he looked at her, his eyes dark with…with what?
"I would never ask you to."
With something that she'd refused to acknowledge in the hundred and twenty times she'd looked into them, tracing chakra pathways with both hands at his temples for hours at a time.
"Then what do you want? Why are you—why are you…" her voice broke, and she looked away. When did she become the one to always look away?
Silence, and then Sasuke was moving closer, each step deliberate, until they were only an arm's length apart.
"I know," Sakura's head jerked up, "I know."
And her choking sobs—she hadn't cried in so long, of course it would be him, of course he'd be the one to see—were mingled with laughter, because god, how had she missed it? She'd literally mapped his mind and his heart, and this entire time—
They were both the same.
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