And so we've all come to an end. The final Chapter of We'll meet again with smiles. Enjoy…

And Time did move, no longer it was raining, no longer the sun shone brightly. No, only the dark, chilling air. Leafs lay rotting on the streets, pushed away in the small corners of the even smaller alleys. People no longer stopped to talk with each other, moving quickly, head bent, walking as fast as they could to the next warm stop.

Now and then the white snowflakes would dance from the sky, only to vanish before they would hit the ground. If you would listen hard you could almost hear their teasing laughs. Though no one ever stood still to listen. Move quick, quick, ever so quick.

Misty eyes trailed the small flakes, almost smiling at their distant laughing. They seemed so small, so happy, so, perfect.

Well in fact the small white specks made him shiver, cry in agony. The snow, the far forgotten promise.

We'll meet again with smiles.

Smiles? He surely meant the small bitter ones that would stretch his face so painfully. Right?

The flakes now playfully danced in front of his eyes. Laughing, laughing at that pathetic boy. That boy, who still hoped, still believed.

"No matter how you wet your lashes, you'll never get back there.

Because you're too cowardly to move from that spot,

You pretend to be someone else, quivering as you do. "

With one angry slash they fell screaming to the ground, transforming in ugly small specks.

He sunk down, hugging his knees close to him. Staring at the small flakes that continued to dance, ignoring their fellow dancers crying out from the ground.

He continued to stare into the distance. They were right and he knew it, he really was too afraid to move from his safe spot, the spot were he still believed in the red haired boy.

I started to move again, walking aimlessly, up, up, up the stairs. Standing on the tallest building. The building high enough to I could see the hills.

Our hill.

I press my cheek against the cold glass, sitting, waiting.

If fate can't be changed, I'll stay with my cheek here. I'll cradle myself desperately clinging on last of my sanity.

I watch the small snowflakes growing, getting stronger and more boldly with every passing phase. Well the snowflakes grew stronger and stronger I feel myself growing weaker. Hope and believes melting like the snow that dances to closely to the still warm earth.

And I stared, with my melting hope still lingering in my broken mind.

I stayed in the same position for hours, maybe it where days. Time didn't seem to bother me anymore. The flakes still danced their beautiful dance. Moving freely in the winds strong grasp. I sighted and felt the melting hope leave my body. Pushing its way through my broken crystals, leaking out their last remainder of something so valuable to me the past year.

My hopes.

My dreams.

My friend.

My family.

My Gaara.

I heard people walking on the streets below. Quick soft pads of small children feet, the heavy steady steps of man, the clicking of the heels. I imagine them all, walking by in thick jackets, laughing holding hands, happy families. I see my own mother holding hands with my father as Itachi caries me on his back.

The sounds became softer and softer as they all walk past me. Leaving me stand-alone in the shadows. There isn't a place for me anymore, not here, not without him.

I still her the calm steady steps, they are coming this way. Closer and closer.

Naruto?

No, Naruto's clumsy stumbling, he we would yell by now. No only the steady calm sounds.

Step.

Step

Step

Slowly, steadily they close me in. Coming closer, closer, until they stop. I now can see the pair of feet standing in front of me. Waiting for an reaction I know I can't move anymore. No more, no longer.

He bends down, I can feel it, hear the soft rustle of clothes.

My head still bent down, with the last remainders of my hope still plastered on my cheeks. Hands raise and whip them softly away.

Those hands, it can't be... it just can't

I let my eyes travel up the pale arms, up, up till I see his face.

"Gaara?"

My voice sounds weird, small and soft.

It can't be, its just my broken mind playing tricks on me. Right? It can't be. No it can't. No way…

He starts to speak.

Telling me he's sorry, he would be back sooner if only…

I switch of all the sound..

"Gaara?" I whisper now.

He raises my head and takes my hand.

He smiles, smiles just like he told me he should. I feel my mouth stretch its self unpleasantly. Grab his hand tighter, he's back, for real, back. The snow still falling, like a steady heartbeat.

He pulls me up, still holding hands.

Gaara…

Fast rapid sounds startle me. Padding of many feet against the cold marble. Voices screaming, yelling.

"Let him go you bastard!"

Naruto…

As in slow motion he jumps, kicking my Gaara hard. Gaara still holding my hand stumbles back, tripping, losing balance. He pulls me with him, as we fall, fall with only the snow and glass shards accompany me.

Naruto… he's screaming, yelling me name.

And we, like fallen angels keep on holding hands, and we close our eyes as we entrust our bodies to the cold winter breeze. Feeling like the first time we came so close together. I open my eyes and watch you, your mouth stretch in a warm small, and I feel myself doing the same. As we watch each other , still holding hands as we are caught in this rain of class shards.

The rotting leaves whispered with their small dieing voices to the wind. Begging to be played with only this once.

The wind gave them their last wish, sweeping them up and gently letting them on the two broken figures. Laying close, their hands holding gently a peaceful smile on their snow covered faces.

"Remember Sasuke-kun, will meet again with smiles. Surely in the season when this rain turns into snow."

The end

Thanks to all my reviewers and readers. I hope you all have enjoyed this story. Special thanks to my kind beta-reader.

I think there are still many questions unanswered like where was Gaara? How did they became friends? Ect. These and other questions will be answered in an other story I'm planning to write. This will cover the story before we'll meet again with smiles.

For suggestions or questions You just HAVE to be answered you can contact me.

Till then…

Jeanet