Tears rolled down her cheeks, wet and warm and salty. The world was blurred and confused, her mind unable to grasp what or how or why.
What made him leave? What had driven him away?
How could she let him leave? How could she fail herself and the village and, more importantly, how could she fail him?
Why? Why did any of it have to happen? The massacre, the curse mark, the visit, him leaving; none of it should have happened; no one should have been forced to endure that.
But she knew the answers. It was all because of Itachi and Orochimaru and power. His unquenchable desire for power and revenge, something she couldn't give him – no one could give him but the man of snakes.
And even knowing the answer (or maybe because she knew it and could do nothing to change things), she fell apart where he had abandoned her, sobbing on a bench.
Author's Notes: Whoa. Been a while since I updated, hasn't it? Sorry about that - I've been working on other fics. ^.^ Hopefully I'll have some more frequent updates now, though, since I'm done with those other stories.
Anywho, hope you guys enjoy this!
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Naruto' or any of its characters.