A/N: Sakurax Sasuke drabble. I love them so. Review please, flames accepted. Does anyone want to give an suggestion to what the next drabble pairing should focus on? They would be greatly appreciated.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Of course I don't. Life isn't fair.
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Sakura doesn't know what made her love him. She doesn't even know when she first did. All she remembers is the long years of waiting for him, deceiving herself that he would be back. She always claimed to be in love, and isn't this what people in love did?
She waited. She waited. She watched the trees lose their leaves and regain them many times. She sat on that bench for the day, every year on the day the he left her there. Her friends pass, they marry, they have children. Sakura shuts herself up in her house, watching as the world passes her by as she waited.
Sakura always thought of herself as the one in love. True love, the type that would never falter. And it doesn't, instead, it grows old and musty, as her youth and beauty passes.
She spends days dreaming of the day he will come back, spurning the advances of others, ignoring the pleas of friends to forget him. Sakura will never forget him, she promises to herself, she will always be there waiting. Patiently. Slowly. Quietly.
And so, when her vibrant pink hair turns white, she is alone. And that's when she realizes that he will never come back to her. He never loved her, only the revenge and power the world offered him. Her realization comes seventy years too late.
When she sees herself in the mirror, she stares at the reflection; a dim and broken picture of what she used to be, seventy years of waiting, every moment etched as a wrinkle in her face. Sakura stares, and weeps. She weeps not for him, she weeps not because of her lost love or the friends that she lost.
Sakura weeps because the waiting never will end for her.
