this is part two to the previous prompt since I dislike sad endings.

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title: my everything

summary: She was the bright sun shining down on his pitch black life.


day 12: silver lining


Naruto was right, had always been right about this.

"Keep being an asshole, keep pretending you don't care, or that you don't love her, and she'll leave you."

Sasuke had always snorted, because she was Sakura, she was someone who constantly wanted to be with him. She was the one person who loved him unconditionally, the one person who stayed with him through it all.

He always had an inkling that she knew he cared and loved her.

She had to, she was Sakura, and he was Sasuke and that's just how things were. She was the bright sun shining down on his pitch black life.

She was the one who filled that once empty existence of his.

She was the silver lining on all those gray storm clouds that hovered over him on a daily basis. She was the sole reason he ever felt truly content with where his life had gone, and he knows that if his family were alive they'd all love her as much as he did.

Yeah, he loved her, more than anything in this world, but he had never been one to find the courage in him to tell her, but she had to know, because that's just how they were.

But now, he watches her move away from him in hurried paces, now, things are much different, it seems he had always been wrong about her thoughts.

She never once saw love from him, even though he had a broken heart full of it. She never saw happiness, even though that's all he felt when she was around him. She never saw anything even though he had it all for her.

She leaves quickly and without giving him proper time to react, with a small wave, a sad smile on her lips, tears in those beautiful green eyes. And he can only watch as she walks out of his life, without hearing anything from him.

The house is silent, that large bed in his room is too big now, it makes him sick to be in that house, to see her smiling face everywhere but to not have her around.

He knows he needs her, he knows it well, he's never not admit that, but then again, he's never once told her that either.

"I told you," Naruto mutters, scratching the back of his neck, "I knew this would happen."

Sasuke doesn't think he needs to answer that, he doesn't need to ─doesn't want to talk about her right now, because all it does it shatter him beyond repair, a little more than before.

"Sasuke," Naruto sighs, "have you tried talking to her?"

"No."

"Maybe you should do that," Naruto tell him, breaking his chopsticks apart, "maybe you should throw away that damn pride that got you stuck here, and show her you care."

"Hn."

"No, Sasuke, you don't get it," Naruto snaps, slamming his chopsticks on to the counter, "I saw her the other day."

He wants to ask Naruto if she doing okay, if those beautiful green eyes are any brighter than they used to be. He wants to ask if she's eating okay, if she smiles more, if she feels like this is what's best for them both.

But all that comes out of his mouth is a pathetic, "Hn."

Naruto sighs tiredly but doesn't say anything else, and their usually noisy 'lunch dates' turns into a really quiet, tense one.

Naruto finishes his ramen and slams money on the counter, giving the man behind the counter a nod and a wave, before looking at him with narrowed eyes.

"I'll be waiting for your action," Naruto tells him, "should you do nothing, I'll assume Sakura-chan was right in her beliefs, meaning I will never let you approach her ever again."

He stays quiet, chopsticks in hand as Naruto stands up straight and reaches over to grab his messenger bag.

"Later."

"Aa."


Logic is telling him that he shouldn't be here, that he should be at home contemplating all the different ways in which he will never be good enough for someone like Haruno Sakura.

But his heart, that damn thing that keeps beating more rapidly as he raises his fist to knock, tells him that this is a huge step for them both. This is him showing her that he loves her enough to come after her, enough to let her know he cares and wants her to come home.

He lowers his fist and sighs softly, what if she doesn't want to be with him anymore? What if she's found someone new to shift towards?

What if she's already left him behind in his hesitation?

He poises his hand to knock once more before it swings open, and his eyes widen as she stands there looking up at him with equally wide eyes.

"Sasuke-kun."

He stares down at her and wonders what ever allowed him to let someone like this girl leave his side. Starring down at her he's reminded of why exactly he chose to love her and her alone.

This girl, she makes him better, she makes him want to be a better person. She was the one who pulled him out of the darkness, she is his light.

"Why are you here?"

And he wants to tell her he's here to take her back home with him, where she's always belonged. He wants to tell her that he doesn't plan on letting her escape him that easily, and that she's damn well out of her mind if she thinks he's going to brood anymore over this.

But before he can even open his mouth he's pulling her towards him and sealing his mouth on hers. And this, he realizes, is what he's missed, her warmth, the feelings she evokes within him with a simple kiss, a simple look.

He pulls away, his forehead against hers as he whispers rapidly, "come home, come back to me, don't let me live like this anymore."

"Sasuk-"

The words die on her mouth when he kisses her once more, this time with more desperation than before. He just needs her to understand that he loves her, that he wants to be with her, that he cares so much for her. That his life is absolutely void of anything without her in it.

He loves her.

She breaks away from him, her small hand coming to rest on his cheek, "Sasuke-kun."

It's as sweet as he remembers, as achingly beautiful as he remembers, so he reaches once more to place his lips on hers, but she moves her head back.

"I love you," she tells him.

This time, he silently vows, this time things will be different.

"I love you too."

And he does, he loves her more than he's loved anything in his life. He loves her so much she's the only one he's ever wanted to marry, the only one he can picture spending the rest of his life with.

"I'll come home," she whispers.

He doesn't say anything, merely brings her into his arms, holding her tightly against him in fear that she'll disappear from his sight if he lets her go.

This time he won't allow her to leave, this time around he'll keep her right next to him, right where she belongs. This time around he won't ever let her go.