Shocked, the pink-haired woman snapped her head up.
Only to see the very man she was crying about in front of her, as soaked as she was.
"Itachi…?" she murmured, bewildered.
His breathing was a bit laboured, and he was looking at her with a very strange expression, as if he had never seen her before, as if he had never actually seen her.
Finally he spoke. "I didn't go, Sakura… I couldn't go… because I realized, Sakura, that none of my dreams makes any sense if you aren't there to share them with me. I will not leave anymore."