It wasn't supposed to turn out like this. It wasn't supposed to mean anything. It had been one night--their men were gone, she was lonely, and Hinata was there.
Hinata had been gone when she woke up the next morning.
It wasn't supposed to mean anything.
She's engaged. She loves Sasuke, and he loves her, and they are engaged. It's everything she dreamed about, wished for, hoped for as a teenager. 'Sakura and Sasuke, together forever.'
Hinata is engaged. Or rather, will be engaged. Very soon, if Naruto's recent thriftiness and sudden interest in jewelry is any indication. They will be-- i are /i an adorable couple.
"I love you, Sakura." White eyes, far more expressive than they have any right to be, trained intently on her face.
Sakura loves Sasuke.
"I'm going to break up with Naruto." A hand against her cheek, jarring and far too personal.
It's like a nightmare.
"Sakura?" Those eyes...they're looking through her, she can feel them. No, not through her/i into i her, as though the other girl can see her very soul.
Sakura loves Sasuke.
It wasn't supposed to mean anything.