Standard disclaimer here.
Note: an idea I've been toying with for a while now. Please let me know what you think.
At nine o'clock, she is crying.
She hears the rumors—it's hard not to—about the classmate that got away, the one who betrayed his village and his friends and his peers, the one who broke her heart. People talk, exchanging whispered theories of what happened exactly, and who was there to see him off at the gate; was she the girl who tried to get him to stay?
It wasn't her, but people like to think it was.
After all, didn't she follow him around everywhere? They were such cute kids, always playing together in the park—pretending to be shinobi who saved little kids and old ladies and puppies, not murderers and liars—what ever happened to that?
Oh, they would say; right. His brother went insane. His family was murdered.
And he left her before she could ever leave him. Twice, now.
She hated him after that, they recall. Somewhere along the lines, though, hate and hurt became infatuation and adoration. She liked to save people, and all she wanted was to save him.
People like to think that it was Yamanaka Ino who said the last goodbye to Sasuke, but it wasn't.