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Sakura wonder if there had ever been any love in their relationship from his side. It felt like it had always been her- she had always been the one pining away after something the two could have had. How many 'could have's did they have? Far too many probably.
He could have stayed. He could have loved her back. They could have been together. She could have saved him. He could have still been alive.
She looked over at him, and his eyes were shut and he seemed to be sleeping. Could dead people sleep? she wondered. It didn't matter to her if they were suppose to or not. He seemed like he was, and that was enough for her. She wondered why he had even bothered hanging around her. When he was still alive (she hated those words so very much) he had never once seemed to care about her.
She stayed staring at his face, willing him to do something.
His eyes opened in a flutter, even in his current state his lashes still thick and heavy. His piercing onyx eyes stared right back at her, tearing her soul and heart out as he gazed upon her.
But he had come back, and she could see him.
That had to mean something.
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