notes: typos fixed! (12/28/2018)
rating: K
disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
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13. moon
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Sakura's cloudy eyes stares at the sight of the full moon from her bedroom window, her lips parted open by a few centimeters. Her nostrils inhale and exhale slow, deep breaths—her nose turns a light pink; she had been cold from the evening wind, but she refuse to leave for a jacket or a blanket, not even a quilt. All common sense seemed to have fled her, her loneliness overtaking whatever senses she has left.
With the light shimmering past the window, she solely peers at the moon; memories from long ago sweeps through her like a quick flowing river. She briefly casts a glance at her door; Sarada breathes heavily from her bedroom, making ruffling noises, which Sakura assumes Sarada was tossing and turning with her blankets, but regardless, still asleep. She couldn't tell what's worse—the only person she could talk to being asleep or the love of her life being back on the road, leaving Sakura behind with an aching and yearning. She couldn't bother Ino either; Ino has her own family, her own life—a husband and son, one who regularly patrols the village and the other who diligently attended school. Sometimes, she wouldn't admit, Sakura envied those types of families, only a bit when she's alone.
The evening's breeze blows across Sakura's bangs and face, and she closes her overcast eyes to enjoy the feeling.
She thinks back to that day—she still clearly remembers the moon shining its light over her head when she, eyes brimming with emotional tears, raised her voice at his back. She remembered his voice thanking her; she remembered it was dusk when it all happened. She could remember the aching of her back when she woke up on that bench the following early morning. She could still remember his face. She could remember his voice that day.
She remembered it all.
When a long sigh is exhaled, she notices how the moon seem to be everywhere whenever something big happens in her life—all it does is symbolizes how they were both under the same sky, under the same moon, under the same stars.
Heaving one final sigh, Sakura shuts her window shut and half-heartedly spares Sasuke's empty side of the bed a glimpse before her eyes close for the night.
He'll be back soon. He promised her.
