(LJ Comm 31 Days)
August 24: So keep your silence, and know: This man, unless slain, is fated to die.
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"You can't DIE," she half-whispered, half-gasped, as she continued to perform chakra-charged chest compressions on cooling body. The blood that dripped down the corners of his mouth has already started to dry and turn brown. In her blinding grief, she felt Naruto trying to pull her off the body, trying to make her see reason ("Sakura-chan, he is dead. Sasuke is dead and you can't bring him back." and other things she didn't want to hear; things she knows but will not acknowledge because he can't just die and leave her behind).
In a weird sense of deja vu, she has been here before. But they were twelve then, and she wasn't a top class medic-nin. She thought she had lost him, but Death had returned to her.
There were so many things she wanted to tell him (she studied medicine because she wants to heal his body, even if she can't heal his soul) but the words seem to have melded themselves into a string of indistinguishable guttural sounds of fatique and desperation. When she felt the last of her physical strength and chakra depart her body in the final compression, she collapsed onto his body, exhausted and wept; it was his heart which stopped beating, but it was hers which shattered.
"If you must go," she whispers to the cold body beneath her, the body that was Sasuke, "then take me along." Sakura closed her eyes, very sure she too, was going to die, for a broken heart like hers, surely cannot beat.
