Thanks to my wonderful Reviewer: Achillea, I have decided to maybe put more effort into my short angsty one shots. ;0; Enjoy.
Disclaimer: If Naruto was mine..Well...Sasuke'd be dead, let's leave it at that.
She had asked him to dance with her before. And recieved yet the same answer. It was always a firm no. Perhaps understanding would forever elude her. He was just so damned difficult to figure out. Why was one dance so forbidden to him?
"And when the world comes crashing down around you: I'll be there. Offering my hand to help you stand once more. Even through the darkest time, I'll be there, waiting patiently. And if you ever fall too far, just call for me. I'll be there, I promise."
Isn't that what she'd told him..before...before he turned away, offering only his back to her devotion.
Figures. No offered words of condolence, no "I'm sorry." Nothing. It was as she expected, though. What more could there be to expect. A shinobi knows that one is not supposed to show emotion. Damn herself for being so weak against the heart.
Watching his back fade, away into the distance...against the setting sun. 'Come back...' though begging was of little use, she knew this. He wouldn't come back...Didn't want to come back. He was bitter, full of bitter rage.
And she...was left with nothing more than a broken heart, and a haunting dream.
'Come back. Come back to me...Please.'