Day Eight Twist of Fate

[a/n: so I got an idea from my cousin for this one and I figured welp that has some feels to it so let's try it but with a little twist… trigger warning mentions of suicide and possibly self-harm]

Summary: Someone they loved has perished now they have to pick up the pieces and attempt to remember the life instead of the death. Slight AU

[Vague summary is vague]

Sasuke died, not at the hand of some enemy but at his own, it had shocked them all, Sakura most of all. She'd been taking care of him since he returned, she knew he wasn't stable but she hadn't thought he'd have killed himself. He'd tell her about demons and other things she didn't completely follow but they had gotten him on some medications she had thought progress had been made.

It seemed so sudden… she'd been there all the time, she'd visit at least once a day, making sure he took his medication and ate something… made sure he went outside or just had company. They had even left the compound went into the village and he had been doing so well.

Now, rain was pouring down from the darkened sky, it matched her tears well. She was trying to go back through the last weeks and figure out when he'd taken a nose dive. She'd seen the marks he left himself on his skin, she never said anything only fixed them but they too had stopped appearing for weeks.

"I'm so sorry…" she whispered staring at the headstone; everyone had already left though Naruto remained and he too was sitting beside her crying.

"It's not your fault…"

"I should have seen something…" she replied with a tone that was probably too harsh but he forgave her.

"You couldn't have known…" came the gentle reply. They stayed there for a while longer before leaving.

Months passed and she still was saddened by his passing, she had loved him more than anything after all. She'd visit his grave every once and a while wanting so badly just to see him again.

She went on a mission and returned home grabbing her mail and filtered through before there was a letter addressed to her from Sasuke, the notion of it utterly terrified her and she didn't read it for another few days.

When she finally went about opening it she was sitting on her bed and all but chocked out a sob, it'd been dated from months ago…

Sakura,

If you are reading this I'm not here anymore. This isn't some kind of note letting you know what I've done because you already know what I did. It's asking you to forgive me for it… I couldn't sleep; I didn't want to eat anymore… I stopped those cuts because you always looked so broken when you bandaged them… I didn't want you to have to go through this; it wasn't my intention to cause you such pain. My reasons could easily be seen as selfish but I've never been a giving person. There were too many demons plaguing my mind, too many horrid things going through my head. I've seen too much, though I'm sure you have as well, but I cannot live seeing them anymore.

I still feel him… as though he's not dead, as though he did take me and use me as his vessel, and for that I cannot do this any longer.

For that I am sorry… and I cannot thank you enough for all that you did for me… you never gave up on me even after I'd long since given up on myself. Please take care of yourself… I never was able to tell you how much I did love you… but like I said… I was never a giving person; at least you gave enough for us both…

Thank you,

Sasuke

She wiped off the tears that blurred her vision and laid on her side, Sakura must have read it again and again until she couldn't cry anymore. She felt better, he wasn't in pain anymore, and for that she could be strong too.

[A/n: End]