Sakura felt her heart sink knowing she still had fifteen minutes. She hadn't run all day and the last time she took a shower was this morning. To add to that matter, everything she knew was changing. The very people she had labeled and prejudged were being so unpredictable. They were reaching out to help her and she didn't even ask for it: didn't even deserve it. She had asked for a break in life and this is what she gets: nothing but so called friends who are messing up everything she ever thought to be true? She couldn't think these kinds of things through. This was the kind of time she needed those drugs. Yet she still had fifteen minutes.

"So, since you asked me a question I get to ask you a question." Sasuke said monotonously and Sakura's full attention went to him. What would he want to know from her? She nodded her head mutely and kept her face blank just as she had kept it since he started his tragic story.

"What's that scar on your arm?" He asked blatantly and Sakura gasped surprised. She quickly looked down to find the jacket she had been wearing earlier was removed. She furrowed her eyebrows in anger and twisted her face into a grimace. She knew someone would ask if they saw it.

"Why the fuck did you take my jacket off?" She screamed at Sasuke and he smirked. Did he like seeing her angry. He seemed to enjoy it. He probably liked watching her lose control. He liked to know she was weaker then him just like she liked to know he was weaker then her.

"I already answered your question. You have to answer mine." He said mockingly. Sakura knew that she was obliged to answer his question but she disagreed with the voice in her head telling her to do so. Sakura could only wonder why she felt obliged to trust him. Was it because he trusted her? That's ridiculous and…For some reason she felt the anger in her settle and she thought for a second she could trust him and it would be the second of weakness that would break her forever. It was this second that she didn't scream and yell and walk out that door and instead trusted this man just like she had trusted Naruto. The only difference between trusting Sasuke and trusting Naruto would be that one of those relationships was doomed from the start and the other would be her savior.

"I…don't know." She staggered out as she looked to her side and away from him. He stayed quiet and she knew he wanted her to continue. Painfully she remembered her nightmare that she had almost every night and the other occasional one. Then she remembered what she had been told by the people from the orphanage and she put it all together in her mind. She visible tightened and started her own tragic story.

"When I was eight both of my parents were killed in a car accident. That's what the people in the orphanage tell me." Sakura said trying to hold back the wave of emotions coming for her: drowning her.

"They say that when the car crashed I was in it and I hit my head on something. I was unconscious when they found me." She said now trembling. She hated the fact she fell unconscious. That was the reason she couldn't remember a thing. She didn't even know what her parents looked like. She didn't remember anything except being all alone in that orphanage: being hated and lonely all her life.

"My parents were both found dead and I was brought to a hospital. They say I must have gotten this scar from the crash and that my head injury made me forget everything that had happened previously in my life." Sasuke looked over at her now trying to stay emotionless but Sakura could see the sympathy in his eyes and she couldn't help but wonder why it was there.

"I was lucky I didn't have any permanent memory loss. The doctors tell me that I could still remember some things if I really tried but I don't. I don't even know what they look like. How am I supposed to remember a damn thing about them?" Sakura asked with a sad laugh. How stupid those doctors had been. How was she ever supposed to remember her parents if she didn't even know what they looked like.

"The only thing…" Sakura stopped as her eye widened in fright. Now it was time to tell him about her nightmare. The thing that scared her worse then the vut on her arm. The thing that kept her up at night.

"…is a dream." She paused for a second remember the dream and picturing it perfectly in her head. She would be brief in describing it. There was no need for details.

"In the dream I'm in my bathroom and…" Sakura looked down unsurely of what to say next. She could picture it in her mind but to say it aloud would hurt more then ever.

"I use a pocket knife to make this cut." Sakura choked those words out in a sob and she could feel her eyes water. Her thoughts stopped here. Reality was perfectly clear but she couldn't think this through anymore. Now she just acted and reacted however her body told her to and there was no voice asking her why she was doing something so foolish: letting two crystal tears slide down each cheek.

"I made another cut that healed when I used the knife to wipe away a tear. I made an oath never to cry again and I haven't until…" Sakura trailed off remember the night in the kitchen. Her thoughts were coming back to her now as she compared that night to this: Naruto holding her in his arms and letting her cry and Sasuke sitting at the end of his bed trying not to show any emotion. How different these two nights are and how different there ending would turn out.

"…once when I was with Naruto…" Sakura trailed off again and for the first time in her story she looked up and right into the Uchiha's coal black eyes. She let herself drown in them and held his gaze while she spoke aloud the ending of her tale.

"…and now once more with you." She said and he let his eyes hold hers. He let his eyes slant and his eyebrows furrow in a contemplative look and he finally looked away, yet she longed for his gaze again.

"I wonder whose tragic story is worse…" He asked aloud and she knew he would voice her own question. She smiled as he looked up at her with a smirk and finished the question.

"The one that is remembered forever or the one that will never be remembered." Sakura could stay in that moment forever and maybe then she wouldn't need the drugs and she wouldn't need to escape reality because right now reality was perfect with just the two of them smiling at each other and trusting each other and if only she knew what would happen when that moment ended. If only she knew the truly tragic end to her unfinished story. If only she knew how her reality would end. Then maybe she would have fought harder to remain in this moment in time but all Sakura could hear right now was the beeping clock.

Sakura looked over and she gasped when she saw the blinking red numbers: 10:00.