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Chapter title is a (very obvious) reference to my FMA line of all time from Ed to Winry.
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track 45.
"Sasuke-kun!" The girl shouted as he dived into the water, each stroke taking him further from her. What was wrong with him? He wasn't twelve, he couldn't just run away!
Still frozen in her spot, Sakura could only huddle herself tight, leaning back on the rocks he abandoned her at. What use would it be to call him back when she was the one that caused the problem? She didn't know what to do if he did return straight away either.
Both of them needed time to cool their heads. Separately.
Walking back onto the sand with heavy steps, she sat under the shade of the umbrella, cherise head facing everywhere but the sea. If she accidentally saw Sasuke now, her resolve would break and any thoughts she had would simply flow out away from her. Her eyes still briefly stung, but the tears had stopped moments after he left. It wasn't fair how much he affected her when she didn't even know if she meant anything to him.
But nothing's ever fair with Sasuke-kun, is it?
The only thing the both of them ever knew how to do was take. Neither of them ever gave without thinking of themselves.
Confessing to him... She found a cure for her own loneliness.
Supporting his dreams... She craved to be special, an existence that he could find solace in.
Writing Shinobi's lyrics... She had wanted to prove herself to him.
Donning the Wind garments... She hoped he would notice her appearance, even if it was just a day.
Asking him to sing earlier... She thought it meant she could be part of his future.
Staying by his side even if the only thing she had was hope... It was so that she would never be without him.
And falling in love with him...
Falling in love with him was the only thing that she hadn't thought through.
Sakura hated that he could such an effect on her.
She may lie to herself that it wasn't for him. But the sad truth was that ever since she saw him in the hallway in the beginning of the year- looking ahead blankly without a goal, every action she took only resolved around-
Sasuke-kun, Sasuke-kun, Sasuke-kun.
And hurt. It hurt unbelievably. As if her heart was pierced and she could only try and block those dreadfully ugly feelings, to try and save the little amount of pride and hope she had left through the space of her fingertips.
Closing her eyes, Sakura took a deep breath. Thought back to the useless mindfulness classes the school forced them into. Feeling the rush of hot air travel down to her stomach, stay and come back up in a burning stream. It was true that it cleared the mind, but in her bare state - only mirthless laughter came out. How pitiful she was to fall for such a person.
Uchiha Sasuke was such a hard person to love.