Once upon a time, there was a girl who didn't think she was good enough.
She didn't think that she was good enough because the boy of her dreams never gave her a first glance, not to speak of second glances.
Lust: Luxuria. Uncontrolled or illicit sexual desire or appetite; lecherousness.
Sakura had once thought that she was decently pretty, when she had still been friends with Ino, but now she didn't think anything of the sort.
Her red dress was slightly crinkled at the hem. She gasped and straightened it out to perfection.
Back in those days, she knew that she was no beauty pageant queen and no fairy princess bride lookalike, but she had believed that even despite her abnormally large forehead, she still could pass for "pretty". After all, she had the most uniquely green eyes and pink hair in Konoha, with a complexion that could rival a rose petal.
Really, she truly lived up to her name.
But one glance at Uchiha Sasuke and she knew that she wasn't pretty at all. Sasuke was so handsome with his opal orbs and matching silky hair. Every part of him was absolutely flawless.
There is nothing that can make a person feel ugly than when they look into the eyes of someone who is divinely beautiful. And Sasuke was divinely beautiful.
Sakura carefully tied the red ribbon in her hair at a jaunty angle, making sure every single strand of pink was perfect and in place.
And the way Sasuke carried himself – with pride, arrogance, and more mysteriousness than anything – made her absolutely swoon for him. It was a way that she knew she could never carry herself. She wanted to feel his perfectly sculpted arms holding her close to himself, wanted to sense his smooth cheek against hers, and most of all, wanted to taste his manly lips pressing on her own.
Uchiha Sasuke could put the cherry blossoms to shame, one by one.
Sakura opened her door and stepped out onto the street, her wintergreen eyes looking for one person only. Where the hell was he? So often she had imagined him here in front of her, waiting for her with a bouquet of newly-bloomed red roses… oh, there he was!!
Once upon a time, Haruno Sakura sauntered down the street, playing for the attention of a certain boy.