Leave
"Sasuke."
The name is quiet, almost inaudible. The pink haired woman is lying on the bed, emerald eyes hidden beneath their lids.
"I'm so sorry."
"It's not your fault." He rubs his thumb over her knuckles. "Nothing that happened today was your fault."
She doesn't say anything to that. She would try to argue that it was, and he would tell her it wasn't, and she didn't have the energy for that.
"Sasuke." Sakura's hand tightened on Sasuke's. "Please don't leave me."
"I could never leave you."