Stolen glances. Sudden meetings. Shy hellos.

Their story began with these. Sasuke would never admit that it was her green, green pools that drew him to look twice at the girl who often passed by his classroom. He would never confess to anyone the delight in his heart whenever he caught her sitting alone at the cafe where he used to study. And he would never say it out loud that he wanted to add three beautiful words to Hello, Sakura every time he saw her in the morning on the way to school.

The progression of their story was smoother than the way his palm felt under her skin whenever she held her hand during a thunderstorm. However...

Stolen heart. Sudden heartbreak. Shy hopes.

Their story ended with these. Sasuke couldn't deny the fact that his heart was captured by the girl that has become his closest friend. He couldn't pick up the pieces of this same heart when she told him out of the blue that she has fallen deeply in love with a guy whom he hasn't even met. And he couldn't even believe that up until three years of witnessing Sakura and the guy's blooming relationship, there was still a budding hope deep inside him that one day...one day, they would return to the way they used to be and even progress to something more.

Yet he wasn't the one penning their story. And their epilogue had been written three years ago.