Sakura sat, gazing at the picture of her team. Sasuke was scowling as usual … Always scowling … always frowning … no matter how much she tried …. She failed him …. She always just got in the way …. She couldn't improve … and Naruto … Naruto had gotten the crap beat out of him by Sasuke, but at least he was strong enough to do something! All she could do was cry and beg… no … she was tired of crying ….
Glancing out the window, she watched the rain fall. Constant tears … she cried too. She cried along with the heavens. Her clock said it was barely midnight, so her parents were asleep. No one would notice if she left … no one would care. She would be out of their way, they wouldn't have to put of with her crying any more … Maybe Naruto would notice, but not for long. He was so busy with training …. She spent most of her time crying over Sasuke … but not anymore … she decided…. Yes, she was done with crying and begging. She was done waiting …
Gathering only a few things to take, mainly a few weapons and a small note she wrote, she headed toward the forest. The spot where her team used to train all the time and the spot where they learned how useless she was but she tried … she tried so hard, but not at her training … she tried to win his heart … but he didn't have one, did he … no … no it was gone. The ice around it had frozen …
Sitting under a big tree, the rain already soaking through her outfit, the paper she laid nearby was damp, and the ink would have run, but she made sure to use waterproof. She wanted everyone to know … she wanted them all to know why she was going to do this … why she was done crying … why she was done begging …. Why she was done loving him …
The knife in her hand, the tears dried from her cheeks, she cut her wrist. Not across, but right down the middle, following the blue of her veins, letting her blood mix with the rain. Her tears stopping, her heart stopping, we pain stopping.
Sakura, sleeping eternally underneath the tree that shares her name, waiting for her heart to stop beating so she wouldn't feel the pain of her unrequited love.
No longer to feel the pain of her never-ending tears.