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Sakura's not sure how long they lay there.
She knows, deep down, that come tomorrow, he'll be gone.
But she doesn't go out, she doesn't do anything, just lay on the ground staring at th mold that's growing on the ceiling with him next to her. There's no super sweet words, and he doesn't profess his love to her then and there. He doesn't even say he missed her or anything like that, that he's sorry for everything he's done. There's none of that, and she never expected any of it.
She glances over at Sasuke, only to find that he is staring lazily at her. She wonders that maybe, in a different life, if they could have ever worked out. She glances at his hand, and wants to thread her fingers through his.
Instead she returns her gaze to the molding ceiling, and can feel it kill her slowly but surely.
She smiles and giggles.
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