This goes along the same vein as the last one, though this time with Kakashi and Sakura.

Wee!

The worst part was that the bastard had left pieces of himself everywhere. She couldn't take a step without tripping over something of his and it always happened just when she thought that she would be okay, that she might be able to finally feel better even though he wasn't there anymore.

His shirts still somehow ended up in the laundry even after weeks of no one touching them. One of his books sat, undisturbed from how he had last left it, open to somewhere near the middle but face down on the arm of the couch as if he'd come right back in and pick it up again any second. Two months after, she had been cleaning she had found a pair of his socks shoved beneath the couch, something that pissed her off for all of a minute because that bastard had been doing that for more than forty years and he knew how much it annoyed her.

And then she had ended up crying for about twenty minutes on the living room floor because she missed him so much it hurt.

He was everywhere, and it made everything hurt just that much worse because he really wasn't.

Isn't this just some good old fun? Hmm?