Your best friends are your worst enemies, and your enemies are your closest friends.
"Please don't go," she whispered as she watched him stand up. The sheets were still tangled around her body, her hair messy, as she looked up at him, her deep blue eyes reflecting the moonlight. "Don't leave me here alone again."
He turned his head, looking back at her. She looked so delicate, so vulnerable. Just like Sakura. Pain flashed through her eyes as she clutched at the cloth that covered her naked body.
"What is so wrong with loneliness?"
She paled, shoulders shaking. "Please! Don't leave me!" One trembling hand reached out towards him, fingertips just reaching his bare back. "They come!"
"Who?" Unconsciously he shied away from her touch, as he had so many times before.
"The ghosts." Her voice was soft, hoarse with fear. "The shadows. And she comes back…" Tears were forming in her eyes as she stared up at him, hand still hanging in air.
Pain clenched at his heart as he looked at her. He knew the fear that she felt, the horrors that she spoke of. Emerald eyes had watched him sadly as he sat in his lonely house, soft tones had whispered to him as he lay in bed. Those jade orbs knew what went on, knew what happened. And the sadness…a terrible ache that never went away from him.
"Please. Don't leave me here."
Silence echoed, and then he said it, his dark eyes filling up with the betrayal that he was performing.
"I won't."
Your best friends are your worst enemies, and your enemies are your closest friends. That is how it always was and always will be. Because even the people you love will have to leave someday.