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A comfortable silence settles over them. Sasuke doesn't know what to say though, and wonders how any normal person could take the current situation so calmly. But he knows, Sakura is no normal person.
A cold burst flows through the apartment, and he can see Sakura shiver, and does nothing. "I hate winter," she says sighing heavily. "It seems to drag on forever, as though there is no end in sight. The only good thing that comes from it is that at the end of it, spring lies, full of new life and new beginnings." Her words, he finds almost sarcastic, and a bit ironic. He give a soft chuckle, one that is cold and unnerving. Because he knows that they both know that those two things don't apply to either of them. Spring will not result in a new life for him, and not a new beginning for her.
He is slightly happy though, because that means she will always be stuck with these memories of him.
At least someone won't foreget, and be able to get rid of him.
He raises his hand to her face, where her viridian eyes are gazing intently up at that god damn molding ceiling. He carelessly brushes away a pink lock that curls down the middle of her face to her lips. She won't ever be able to forget him.
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