When finally she was left alone, in the new apartment that had been arranged for her as the ambassador from Konoha, Sakura felt as drained as she ever had. She just dumped all her bags in the living room and spent a moment wandering from room to room. It wasn't much bigger than her apartment in Konoha, but it was definitely nicer. There was no flaking wallpaper, no slightly rusty sink handles; none of those homey touches she took such comfort in.
Well now she could take comfort in other things.
She stood in the doorway to her new bedroom and stared at the double bed. She was thinking of Gaara, remembering his face when he had told Tsunade he was attached to Sakura. Was that the face of a man in love? She thought of Rock Lee's face, of Kiba's face, when they were talking for their love. It was hard to see the similarities.
But he had said it. And he had gone so far as to have her moved here. She walked slowly to the bed and sat down. She could take comfort in that. She was here because he wanted her here. He wanted her.
And now that she was here, and she had seen a bit of the city and its people, she was starting to feel excitement. This was the next stage of her life; it was her new adventure. She expected she would learn a lot here, she would see a lot of new things. There was a whole new world out there for her now, and what could be more exciting than that?
She didn't understand where these tears were coming from.