Time
SasuSaku
Sakura watches clocks.
Always hoping that time would stop, just long enough for her to regain balance.
It never happened though, always leaving her wondering if he would come back.
No time to go over the problem without being interrupted.
Some days she felt like time was just moving to quickly, so quick she thinks she forgot to breathe.
Other days it moves by so slowly, like she can't get away from it's grasps, it always being there hanging over her like a cloud.
Sakura can't count the number of clocks she's broken out of anger or sadness while waiting for him.
She stares at them, as if she knows exactly what time he's coming home at.
But she doesn't.
She doesn't even know if he still considers this his home.
And every morning, when she wakes up at the same time, she's always disappointed to know that he's not here this time either.
That he was willing to sacrifice their time together for his stupid, dumb, horrible, moronic, idiotic, revenge.
She wonders if, wherever he is, he can hear her breaking all those damn clocks.
She wonders if he can feel her hatred towards time.
If he can hear her crying all the time at first,
Then hear the way she stops abruptly.
And she's staring at the clock again.
Counting each and every second.
She knows, even though it seems to tear her apart, time is the only thing that truly keeps her going.
So she counts the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and now even years.
Hoping when he comes back, she can tell him the exact amount of time the missed together.
The exact amount of empty moments he wasn't there for.
And then, even if it kills her, she'll ask him if it was worth it.
She'll ask if it was worth missing out on the lives of his friends.
It's the one thing that makes her want to die.
But it's the only thing that keeps her alive.
And she waits for when he comes home.
She always says to herself, "In time he'll be back. In time."
So she just keeps counting.
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