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It's been a month or two, and I still haven't gotten a reply. Maybe it's better this way, I can finally focus on what really matters. I'm so confused! I am starting to regret what I wrote...should I? I mean, it was bound to happen anyways...right? There are so many more fish in the sea. Like...Gaara. Yes, Gaara...gosh he isn't a fish. More like a shark. He is my first option. I reach for the phone to call Gaara. He asks if he wants me to fetch Naruto on the way there. I say no. I need Gaara and Gaara only. I need to talk to him. I know how much of a help he can be.
When Gaara gets here I welcome him in, gesturing him to sit on the couch. He obeys and I take a seat next to him. He looks at me, waiting for me to say something. I, on the other hand, look at him for him to say something. Instead, I get up to grab the previous letters sent from Sasuke. I don't say anything. All I do is place them in his lap for him to read. He reads quickly, when he got to the last letter which was the mystery girl one, he went wide-eyes. Gaara puts his arm around me and hugs me tightly. "Are you okay?" Is all he says. I start to sob into his shoulder and whisper: "I don't know." He pulls me away and replies. "Sakura-san, tell me everything and anything. You need to vent, just tell me your past concerning Sasuke."
"Well, he was...cruel. I'm so confused Gaara, I want to love him but I don't. I know how much he has the ability to break a womans heart. Badly, I must say. I mean isn't love giving the ability to that person to break your heart, but trusting them not to? I guess this isn't love then...'cuz I don't trust him. Before he left, he broke my heart numerous times. But I was still able to love him with all the little shattered pieces of my heart. Gaara, what do I do?" He looked at me and then down as if thinking deeply.
A knock comes at the door before he can say anything more. (A/N: Hehe, that rhymed!) It's the mail, I almost forgot the mailbox got ran down. I took it, bowed and thanked the man. I look at the address. Guess who? Sasuke. Didn't see that one coming huh? I sit next to Gaara and open the letter. "Are you okay with me reading this?" I nod. "Of course."
Dear Sakura,
I'm sorry, I was drunk while writing the last letter. Karin gave me some alchohol again. Karin? Is that his...girlfriend? But of course you know I would never say those things from the last letter. No hard feelings right? No hard feelings? NO HARD FEELINGS! I DON'T EVEN LOVE HIM ANYMORE AND HE MANAGES TO BREAK MY HEART AGAIN? I'm glad to know that you don't love me anyways, or else this would be a big deal. Yeah, your right Sasuke. No big deal. All you did was break my heart a million and one times. Of course, things like that or no big deal at all!
I stop reading, I can't go on. I shove the letter in Gaara's hands while I cry my heart out. Oh, excuse me let me try that again. -While I cry what's left of my heart. I hate him! I hate him! I HATE HIM! I can't do this anymore. Of all people that had to break my heart it had to be him. I look up at Gaara who is reading the last of the letter. He get's wide-eyed again. "S-Sakura-san. I think you need to read this." Of course, I misread his concern. I shake me head. "No, it's okay, I'm over it." "No, I mean I think you really need to read this." He hands the letter to me and points out a certain sentence. "No...No...No!" I shake my head not wanting to beleive what he just wrote. "I'm sorry." Gaara says. He leaves because he knows I need my personal space.
This couldn't get any worse. 'Why? Why?' Is all I can say. So there I am, sitting on my couch clutching the seats as if holding for life itself. Heartbroken. Confused. Depressed. I'm a mix of emotions again. But this time, of only bad emotions. My lip is quivering to keep from crying, but I can't refrain. I drop to the floor on my knees holding my head with both hands, with my elbows resting on my upper legs to keep from callapsing. "NO!" "WHY?" "I HAVE TO BE DREAMING...PLEASE...LET ME BE DREAMING!" Of course, I know it isn't a dream. It's a nightmare. We all know who's crying themselves to sleep tonight. Yep, me. This is the worse day of my life.
Well I decided to make this a couple more chapters than I had planned. Gosh, I feel so bad for putting a cliffy...OK! I'M OVER IT. Lol, jk. This is just so I can build more suspence. Is it working? Lol, I can't wait to write the rest. Well, reveiw please! :)