The Heart's Soul

Sometimes, fate turns your whole world upside down and you wouldn't even have a single clue about it

"Come on! I know you hate sweets but you really have to taste this! It's really good!" Sakura handed him a chocolate sundae cup which her lover had bought for her. Sasuke scowled and turned his face away from her while crossing his arms. "You're really no fun at all," she pouted. "You," he voiced out. Sakura looked at him questioned, not understanding what he had just uttered. He turned his head and faced her and gave his most famous half-smile which she adored ever since their first meeting. "I like you," he whispered, loud enough for her to hear his sincere confession. Her eyes blinked in confusion for a split second and a pale pink blush adorned her cheeks. She caught herself loving his random confessions saying that he liked her and his "you're sweet enough for me to love sweets" phrase. Knowing that she was lost for words, he chuckled and gave a wink. "You alright in there?" he patted her head. He rarely displayed his affections in public, but somewhere or somehow with her, it was always okay. He could not and would not even give a single care if his way of showing his affections would make the whole universe laughed at him because the only thing that mattered to him was that she would always know he loved her despite other people calling him a cold hearted bastard, heartless boss or whatever those callings the people in his office gave him. He was then given her pout which he found to really suit her heart-shaped face and took her body in his long and muscular arms. She could only gasped. She did not know what was going on with him. First, he had invited her for dinner which she gladly agreed to it, then both of them took a night walk accompanied by nothing but the street lights and the sound of their breathings on that cold winter night. "I love you," he whispered again. He held her tightly yet affectionately and in return, she returned the favor by landing her arms on his back and had her face in his chest. She smiled contently. 'Ah, it is really nice to be in love,' she mentally giggled to herself. "I love you too," she replied and hugged him tighter. They stood in that very position for some good few moments before he cradled her face. He gave a sincere smile. Slowly, he landed his lips on her forehead as she closed her eyes, absorbing the lovely moment the both of them had desired.

This was him. He, the Sasuke Uchiha, who could not even give a damn about the outside world, whose life principle was to only work and keep working, not leaving any time nor space for other 'incompetent' matters like love. This was the real him. A man of few words but a billion actions. With what seemed like an eternity, the beautiful maiden let him go and told him that they needed to get back home before midnight strikes as their works awaited them the next morning. She laced their fingers together as they walked towards his car while enjoying his strong, cool and manly presence.

Nobody thought that night would so horribly that it was impossible one could ever forget that dreadful event.

His memories still got to the best of him, it was still controlling him even after a month the event happened. All he wanted to do was have her in his arms, send her home and kissed her goodnight. All he ever wished for ever since he met her was to be with her, and for him to be able to look at her and appreciate her every single second of his breathing life. Apparently, fate had its own mind and turned his world completely. He was pressing the pedal of his car really hard while wanting to get control of his thoughts. Not being to do so, he abruptly stopped his car at the driveway and hit the steering wheel numerously. He gripped it so hard that his hands went white just from the action and had his head on it.

"Thank you for today Sasuke. It was a perfect date!" she told him while he was driving her back to her house. Sasuke had planned for a dinner that night. He chose one of the most elegant and well-knowned restaurants Konoha City had, with its yellow and faded red lightings, a relatively large chandeliers designed from the Victorian Era, vintage wallpapers and furnitures were all present that night. Various classical romantic pieces were played as soothingly as possible for its customers to indulged in. He chuckled. "I'm glad you like it," he replied to her and continued driving. He made a turn at one of the streets in order to get to her house, not expecting what would the minute after. A sudan came out of nowhere and rammed into them. Right at the passenger's seat. At Sakura's side, to be exact. He called out her name and the next thing he knew, he could only hear the sounds of ambulance, his mother calling him and then his world went dark.

I'm sorry, he said to himself. "I'm sorry, Sakura" he repeated while still gripping the steering and trying so hard to surpress his feelings.

"Thank god you're awake!" was all he could hear the moment he opened his eyes. His mother was the one who stood beside him the whole time he passed out. He looked at her as he tried to get a grip of what was really happening. Are you all right, my baby? I was so worried about you. I thought I lost you but thank god, you're alive!" she exclaimed and hugged him. He looked around. Where was he? Why was he here? Why was his mother's face stained with tears? The air around him suddenly thickened and he demanded answers. "Sakura?" was the first one that came out from him while his mother was attending to him. He heard the glass his mother was holding clicked not so smoothly. He averted his eyes to her, waiting eagerly for her answer.

"Mom?"

"She's alive" was all Mikoto could reply. With those words, her beloved youngest son pulled out his blanket and tried so hard to stand up. "You need to get some rest first before you can see her" she restrained him from getting up although she knew that her efforts were absolutely meaningless.

"I have had my rest. I need to see her!" he exclaimed. She tried to get ahold of her son while holding back her tears. "Listen to me, Sasuke" she remained silent. "Where is she, Mom?" "She's around here.." Mikoto hesitated. "You were lucky enough to be awake now, without any fatal injuries Sasuke. The crash was really bad and you wouldn't be here if it weren't for the people nearby. You were hit by a drunken driver that night. I was so worried, I couldn't even have a wink of sleep thinking how much you're in pain and I'm really glad that you were strong. Strong enough to recover fast and the doctor just had to clean your minor wounds and nothing severe really happened to you. You'd be discharged after you became conscious. Sakura.. wasn't like you. She.." Mikoto tried arranging her words smoothly as to not want her son to be so shocked once he knew what had really happened. "...wasn't strong enough as you were," she finished her sentence. She held her son's hands.

Moments later, he was already in his fiancee's room.

At that very moment she woke up with bandages on her arms and head. He sat beside her bed and looked into her eyes. He called out her name hoping to get her to tell him that she was just as good as he was or probably even in a better condition. "Sakura," he muttered. The pastel haired lady turned her head towards him while scanning the environment. She took a glance at her hospital dress and her injected hands along with the machines around her. The man next to her smiled at her and took her hands in his very own.

"Who are you?"

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