A/N: Here's the next chapter!!! Before you read on…let me just make it clear that this is still part of the flashback….REMEMBER: THIS IS STILL PART OF THE FLASHBACK!!!
Chapter two:
Sakura paced before a discreetly placed stone bench in the garden where she and Sasuke had arranged to meet, and fought to stifle a growing sense of panic.
She'd secretly retrieved her cloak and slipped away from the house shortly before the appointed hour. When the time of their meeting had come and gone, she'd refused to entertain so much as a moment of worry. Any number of annoying but inconsequential things could've delayed Sasuke. She'd been confident that he would arrive any moment.
But half an hour passed, then an hour, and now he was more than two hours overdue. It was growing late and soon she'd be forced to return home with her father. She drew her cloak tighter around her against the crisp night air and the small but distinct beginnings of despair.
Where is her? Surely there was a rational excuse for his failure to appear. She tried to ignore the possibilities for his delay, but with every minute that passed, it was harder and harder to ignore a nagging fear in the back of her mind, a scornful voice growing ever harder.
He's not coming. He never planned to come. He's had his fun with you and now he's gone. You'll never see him again.
"No," she said, barely conscious of speaking the words aloud. "He loves me."
Love? What does he know of love? He's a man just like every other man. Men want women only for their own purpose. He's no better than any of them. No better than your father.
"No!" she curled her hands into tight fists and forced the doubts away. Sasuke wasn't at all like her father. Sasuke loved her. She knows it. And how could she possibly be wrong about something this important to her life? To her heart?
"Miss Sakura?" the call came from beyond the bend in the garden walk and was no doubt a servant sent to find her. It was obviously time to go home. Very well. She squared her shoulders. The evening hadn't turned out as she had planned, but it was only a single night after all. She and Sasuke would have a lifetime together. There was a good reason, an excellent reason, why he hadn't met her. Perhaps he had left word at the house. Or he would arrange to see her tomorrow. He would explain what had happened and someday they'd be amused by it all.
Somehow, someway, he would come for her and then they would be together always. She refused to consider any other possibility.
Sakura started down from the path, trying to come up with a plausible explanation as to why she'd spent half the night in the garden on a cold winter eve. Hopefully her father hadn't taken note of her absence. Perhaps he'd believe she simply wanted fresh air. Yes, of course he'll accept that excuse. All she needed was a bit of luck.
She hurried toward the house, trying her best to ignore the sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach that on this first morning of the New Year, luck was in remarkably short supply.
A/N: Yup, its a short chapter. but i hope you liked it. Pleeeeeaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeee REVIEW!!!!! And I promise to make the third chapter longer. Anyway, thanks to my first reviewers!!!!