seriously thought i had written this and I was lazing around when I noticed I didn't so I freaked out─slightly shorter than all the other ones, apologies in advance.
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title: empty
summary: She knew well that just like the moon that sat up there, alone and sad without its stars, she'd be the same without Sasuke.
day 11: a night with no stars
She's tired of this.
She's been tired of this for a while, tired of feeling like she's feeling, tired of being second best to everything else. Tired of feeling like she'll never be someone important, someone who matters in that busy life of his.
That's why now she stands in front of her suitcase, stuffing everything that belongs to her in a haste. She needs to leave now because if she doesn't, because if she stays and he comes back, he'll make her stay again, he'll give her words she's always wanted to hear and she'll be putty in his hands once again.
For once, she doesn't want to be swayed, after all, he's made it quite clear that something like this between them will never work out.
Stuffing the last of her clothes she shuts the large suitcase and wheels it out of the room. She looks up at the large clock at the end of the hall and notes that she'll make it out in time, he won't be around, he's not going to ruin everything like he always does.
This time around, she's going to do exactly what she says she's going to do.
She wheels the large suitcase to the entrance of their home, she stands up straight, taking her time and looking around at everything that made it theirs. There are pictures everywhere, pictures she took, pictures she refuses to bring along with her.
It'll hurt too much, she reasons.
Shaking her head she moves to open the door, but when she does that, he stands there, looking at her with slightly widened eyes.
It strikes her that she's never truly seem many expressions from him, but when his eyes move towards her suitcase they become filled with an emotion she's all too used to seeing from him; anger.
"Where are you going?" he asks, his tone is hard, but she will not falter.
"I'm going to be staying with Ino," she mumbles, "at least until I get everything sorted out and can-"
"Why." he cuts her off, because he's never been one to listen all the way through.
"Because I'm tired," she whispers, biting the inside of her cheek lightly, "tired of living like this."
"Living like what?" he asks, eyes narrowed.
She smiles up at him, "Sasuke-kun, enough, okay?"
"Why are you leaving?"
"I'm tired of loving someone who won't ever love me back," she tells him, the same sad smile on her lips, "tired of caring when you won't ever care for me."
"Sakura-"
"I'm not mad," she chuckles sadly, "you know I can never be mad at you, it's okay, really."
"Sakura-"
She moves past him, pushing the suitcase with little force, and he stands there, watching her leave with wide eyes. She stops short when she sees Ino waiting up ahead, and with relief washing over her she wheels the suitcase towards the blonde, who moves it into her car with ease.
Sakura looks back towards the entrance of the house, where he's still standing, looking shocked, looking confused, and she smiles, he's never truly changed.
Even now, he won't chase after her when it's apparent he wants to.
"Sasuke-kun!" she waves, a sad smile on her lips, tears gathering in her eyes.
His head snaps to her quickly, as he walks down the porch steps, his hand moves up as if to reach for her, but she knows him too well.
"Bye-Bye!" she waves, before slipping into the car and begging Ino to please drive off.
The blonde does so and soon enough the man she loves, and that place they called their home soon becomes a small object left.
She cries softly, keeping her eyes on the night sky, and it's weird, she muses, the last time she saw a night like this was back in high school. Back when he moved to Oto because of some offer he received from a teacher there, back when she begged him to stay and he told her he wouldn't, not even for her.
Back then, the night was similar to this, because they were both void of anything, void of any stars, any light, it looked empty, just how she felt. Who knew? She muses sadly, who knew this time around the roles would be much different.
Who knew she'd be the one who left him this time around?
"It'll be okay," Ino whispers, a hand rubbing gently on her back.
Sakura doesn't believe her, but she won't let her worry, "I know."
She knew well that just like the moon that sat up there, alone and sad without its stars, she'd be the same without Sasuke.
