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'I can't believe that stupid arrogant selfish prick of a Hyuga has the nerve to even breathe in the direction of my hospital! Gah! It's been three years! Why am I not over this yet!' I was so busy fuming I almost forgot he was here because Hinata had been horribly injured in a car accident and here I was dragging her husband and my two oldest friends by their hands to see her. 'Alright Sakura, game time! No more sulking! You're a frickin' doctor now! Neji can eat his heart out! CHA!'

I came to a stop outside of the recovery room and moved the curtain to the side to make sure she was settled before letting Naruto in; it had been three years since I had seen or talked to him last but I was sure he was still the obnoxious knucklehead from college.

"SAKURA-CHAAAAAAN. Can I see her now!" He asked/screamed. 'Yup. Still the same Naruto.' I couldn't help but smile at the way Sasuke hit him on the back of his head, telling him to be quiet. I had missed them so much.

"Alright Naruto. But please, no more yelling and you can't jump on her or anything. She's still sleeping right now and when she does wake up she is going to be in a lot of pain. The surgery we did was very invasive and right now she needs as much rest as she can get. I'll go grab some extra blankets and a pillow, because I'm sure you plan on staying the night." It was almost heartbreaking to see how upset he was when he even considered that she could be in pain. I moved the curtain aside and watched how he tiptoed in the room and slowly approached her bedside – falling to his knees right next to her. He looked like he was praying.

I turned to find his sleeping materials when Sasuke grabbed my wrist. "Sakura. Thank you. H- we missed you. Don't run off for another three years after this." He spoke slowly and sharply, each word made the vice grip on my heart tighten a little bit more. I probably looked like a fish, opening and closing my mouth trying to find something anything to say back. 'It was such a complicated situation. They have to know that.' I frowned and registered the sound of heels clicking on the floor. Sasuke released my wrist like it burned him.

"Nice to see you managed to get a job as a nurse in such a prestigious hospital like this Sakura." I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at Karin's attempted jab at my career. (I also resisted to acknowledge Neji coming to a stop right next to her). I did my best to look as if I could see right through the both of them.

I clicked my tongue, "doctor actually. I specialize in trauma surgeries." I let my words hang in the air before I stalked off to find those bedding supplies. When I got to the linen closet I looked around to make sure no one was watching and flung myself inside, trying to close the door as silently as possible. I wrapped my hands around myself and slid to the floor with my back against the door, taking slow deep breaths through my nose and exhaling them through my mouth. I was sick to my stomach but I couldn't (I wouldn't) let their (Neji's) presence distract me from my job. Innocent lives depended on it.

Flashback

I sat in my car and tried to regain what little composure I had left. While I was working with a fellow student during our residency, a little girl – about four – was brought into the ER. Her father had shot her, her younger brother, her mother, and then himself. She was the only one still alive and even though she was gushing blood from her side at an alarming rate she wouldn't stop screaming for her mom. I had completely frozen and other student had to take over. Then, later on, when we had received news she died on the operating table I looked at my superior, Tsunade-sama, quietly collected my things and began the drive to the apartment I shared with my boyfriend.

A boyfriend who was already completely drained from working overtime in his Uncle's company to try to live up to his late father's name. He didn't need an emotional wreck of a girlfriend to add onto it.

So with one deep breath I got out of my car and climbed the three flights of stairs that led to our apartment, though with how heavy I felt I might as well have been climbing Mt. Everest. I put my key in the door and the second the door swung open and the television was on, some reality show, I knew something was wrong. Neji if anything was a creature of habit. An extremely frugal creature of habit. If he left the apartment, which the lack of his car supported that yes he was gone, every single electrical appliance we owned was promptly turned off before his departure. So when I heard the people on the television on, it felt as if the air rushed from my lungs.

Immediately my phone was in my hand and without thinking about it I was dialing his number.

Ring…. Ring…. Ring. We're sorry the number you're trying to reach has been disconnected. Please try again later.

And I did try again. And again. And again. About thirty-two more times if we were counting.

I finally found the courage to walk inside and close the door behind me. Our apartment was normally clean but it was, for a lack of a better word, sparkling. While Neji preferred everything to be in its own place, he never found things like decorative pillows practical, so the fact that here they were, sitting propped up with one in each corner of our couch like they belonged there unnerved me even more than I already was.

When I made my way to our bedroom the first thing I noticed were the pictures on our dresser were turned face down, his Bachelors and Masters Degrees were no longer hanging on the wall, and his half of the closet was completely empty. Not even a single hanger left. My stomach plummeted and I fell to the ground immediately, my back hitting the, immaculately made up, bed. The crunch of paper caught my attention and I found an envelope. My name neatly written in the middle in his painfully familiar handwriting.

I held my breath before I started to read.

"Sakura,

I want to start by saying there was no easy way to do this. You did nothing wrong and my decision to end our relationship had nothing to do with any of your actions. You were perfect. We have shared many years and even more memories and I am forever grateful to you for that. You helped me change my old ways and become the man I am today and I am indebted to you. So it is with a heavy heart I write this, forgive me for being so cowardly and not doing this face to face. I don't believe I could take that. Please move on and forget about me. Become the Doctor you have always wanted to be and find a man worthy of your attention and love. I am not that man.

Please do not try to contact me further. I do not wish to speak to, or hear from you again.

I paid the rent, both mine and your half, for the next seven months until the lease expires. It is up to you whether to stay or not after that point.

Do not feel as though you have to forgive me for this. If you must hate me in order to process this and move on with your life, please do so.

(it looked like he had originally written "with love," here but crossed it out. The pen was pressed to the paper so hard it almost ripped here).

Regretfully,

Neji."

I wasn't quite sure how many times I re-read the letter, or when I started to cry, but when I felt as though I was going to pass out from holding my breath so long I finally exhaled. And when I inhaled again it felt as though the world had just landed on my shoulders, so I did the only thing I could think to do at the time – cry.

End Flashback

It was then, sitting in that linen closet and re-living our breakup that I was determined to show him what he lost. I wanted answers but not at the expense of my current happiness. I was on the fast-track to becoming one of the best doctors and surgeons Japan had ever seen and I wasn't going to let an ex-boyfriend ruin that. I let my hair down to tie it back up in a tight, neat bun (hoping the neater the bun, the calmer I'd be) and when I went to tie it back up I felt moisture on my cheeks. I hadn't realized I had started to cry. The thought he could reduce me to tears so easily made my frown, but I tied my hair up, wiped my eyes, squared my shoulders, grabbed the blankets and pillow for Naruto, and took a deep breath while turning the handle so I could leave the small room.

'Eat your heart out Huyga, cha!'

Pooooor Sakura L This is kind of a happens as I write story so I'm not quite sure what will happen yet but please keep reading! And please review!