Placing the mug before Shikamaru I glanced at the page he was writing.

"Ahh you're writing about us I see," I muttered being ignored by him, I just rolled my eyes and sat back down on the couch. The clacking of the keys stopped replaced by the click of a lighter and a sigh.

"Tell me how you ended up in the bar that night," he asked, inhaling deeply smoke pouring out his nose.

"I guess it started when I was looking out the window of the church, it was maybe ten minutes or so before I was due to walk down the aisle with my father. I was having second thoughts about it because I recently realised that I didn't love him anymore, my feelings had changed drastically. He was my whole world once but the more time we spent together the more I realised that I wasn't in love with him but he was still dear to me, like a brother. The first time I saw him at school it was love at first sight, we started dating in high school and i went from being a shy shuttering mess to a confident beauty." I paused for a second glancing up at the ceiling, taking a moment to remember all that had passed.

"the problem was as time went on I began to see him for what he really was. Someone I truly admired but never really loved. It wasn't going to work, if I stringed him along both of us would be miserable. I couldn't do it and then I ended up destroying his life by leaving him at the altar, I thought it was better than countless arguments and a divorce settlement or possible bringing up a kid in a loveless marriage. I just couldn't do it, it was a scary thought spending my life with someone I didn't love and then becoming bitter and resentful. Our time together was like a dream, a perfect dream." I fell silent turning to stare out the window, I could feel Shikamaru's eyes burning into my back but I didn't turn around again. The chair squealed as it was pushed away from the desk and I listened to the heavy footsteps of his boots but he wasn't walking over to me. "Thanks for telling me this Hinata." I nodded to his words, remembering the summer we started dating. Things had been simpler then, now everything seemed complicated. It was like I had lost something. I stood moving to the couch and watched the clouds pass by the window. Sometimes I wished I was like the clouds, so carefree just flitting from place to place.

'Maybe it's time to leave again,' I thought, standing to leave the study. I passed by his desk, fingers skimming over the pages he had written so far and my curiosity caught up with me. I sat down at the desk, reading the words spread out across the pages.