Kakashi finished collecting his personal effects from the Hokage's office. Finally, after ten long years, he will be able to vacate the office that held him as a prisoner for so long. He carried the box that contains framed photographs, at the top is Sakura's picture.
Ten years had pass since she left and he still doesn't know where she is. He sent some ANBU agents to Kiri, as Sakura once mentioned that she and Chojuro had a thing going on before. But Chojuro stopped sending letters to her when he heard about his courtship. He also tried Suna because that is their closest ally, but Gaara haven't seen her since he was instated as Hokage.
No one knows where she is.
As he prepared to leave the office for the last time, Kakashi glanced at the village below. The bustling activity, the familiar sights and sounds, felt distant and foreign. The village that had been his home for so long now held echoes of a past he couldn't fully grasp.
The door to the office closed behind him, sealing a chapter of his life that felt incomplete. Kakashi made his way through the village, the weight of the years etched in the lines on his face. He moved with a weariness that transcended physical exhaustion, a burden that weighed heavily on his soul.
The villagers, oblivious to the internal struggles of their former Hokage, continued with their daily lives. Kakashi, now a mere spectator, moved through the crowd with a sense of detachment. He was no longer the leader they once relied on, no longer the man who had built a life with the one he loved.
The familiar path led him to the building that housed them for a few months. He wanted to sell the house because their moments and memories haunted him. But he cannot let go of the property because that is the last place where he had seen her.
Kakashi stood in front of the house, a mixture of emotions swirling within him. The memories of their time together, the laughter, the arguments, and the shared moments haunted the walls. He hesitated for a moment before unlocking the door and stepping inside.
The empty rooms echoed with the absence of Sakura's presence. The air felt still, carrying the weight of the past. Kakashi walked through the house, each step a reminder of what once was. He glanced at the framed photographs on the wall, his gaze lingering on Sakura's image.
The room that was once filled with warmth and love now felt cold and desolate. Kakashi traced his fingers over the furniture, the ghostly echoes of their shared life haunting every corner. He entered their bedroom, the place where he last saw her, and the pain of her departure intensified.
The silence was deafening as Kakashi stood in the center of the room, grappling with the void left by Sakura's absence. The realization that he might never see her again gnawed at him, a wound that refused to heal.
As Kakashi stood there, surrounded by the remnants of a life that felt like a distant dream, a single cherry blossom petal drifted down from the tree outside the window. The delicate pink petal danced in the air, a fleeting reminder of Sakura's vibrant presence.
A heavy sigh escaped Kakashi's lips as he sank onto the edge of the bed. The weight of the years, the burden of leadership, and the ache of loss converged within him. The room seemed to close in on him, and for a moment, he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders.
The framed photograph on the bedside table caught his attention once again. He picked it up, his gaze fixed on Sakura's smiling face. The woman who had been his partner, his love, and his confidante was now a phantom of the past. The pain of her absence, the unanswered questions, and the lingering sense of betrayal threatened to overwhelm him.
"I refuse to shed another tear for you." He said to the photograph and smashed the frame to the nearest wall.
The shattered glass and broken frame scattered across the room, mirroring the fragments of Kakashi's emotions. The act of release, though momentary, offered a cathartic release from the pent-up frustration and heartache that had festered within him for a decade.
Kakashi stared at the remnants of the photograph, his breaths heavy as he tried to regain control over his emotions. The pain of Sakura's departure had become a constant companion, an ache that refused to subside. He felt the weight of her absence like a phantom limb, a part of him that was lost but still haunted his every step.