For all the KakaSaku fans who stuck it out- These next two chapters are for you. Thank you and ILY
- Memorial -
Sakura approaches the prayer tree, and the man she loves standing beneath it.
The crunching of autumn leaves beneath her boots announces her presence in the cemetery, but Kakashi doesn't move when she approaches. When she finally reaches the memorial stone, they stand side by side. They don't talk.
For a moment, she's tempted to break the silence. Maybe she has misunderstood him. She wonders if she's invading a private moment, that maybe he hadn't come to find her because he'd wanted to be left alone…
But she isn't terrified of being wrong anymore. Instead of doubting her knowledge of him, she puts her hand out to touch the memorial stone.
Summer is gone now. There is no dappled shade scattered cross their skin this time. The behemoth oak tree above bares empty arms to a burnt sienna sky tilting towards sunset. Somehow, they always end up here, standing over the past together. Even when it's not to each other, they are always saying goodbye.
But just when she's about to go and leave Kakashi to his ghosts, he likewise reaches out for the memorial. He places his hand gently over hers. The heat of his palm simmers in contrast with the chill of Hiruzen's headstone. They stand like that in a moment of silence, remembering their Hokage together.
Then, as if expecting her to pull away, Kakashi takes her hand in his, turning her to look at him. She stares up into his familiar face, his pearl grey eye burning her all the way through.
She's missed him so much in the time they've been apart. The fact that he's even here at all, looking at her the way he is…it's a miracle she thought she'd never live to see again. She'd thought they'd been done for good. She's so happy to be wrong…
She knows she's about to start trembling hard, but she finds a way to breathe through it. Kakashi looks down into her hands, to the place where her knuckles are covered in old battle scars.
"You found me faster than I expected." He says. His words are an echo from the last time they were here together. "I didn't know if you would come at all."
This is all the reassurance she needs. She takes a soothing breath, relaxing into his touch. "Far away or under ground…I'll always find you, Sensei." It's an offer of normalcy if he wants it, but it's also a promise too.
He smiles at this, squeezing her hands tighter. He is his own kind of sweetness and vulnerability right now. Not the Shikamaru kind, heart on his sleeve for the world to see, but the kind that lies underneath the underneath. You would have to know to even look for it…
"I owe you an explanation." He says.
"I think I owe you one too." She replies.
And like no time has passed between them, they walk through the memorial fields. It's easier for him to talk when he's not looking directly at her, so mostly he speaks strait ahead. Her hand is still safely held in his, warm and comforting, fingers interlaced.
Together, he walks her from grave to grave, and introduces her to his first family.
Sakumo.
Minato.
Obito.
Rin.
She listens as he talks, and she doesn't cry for him. She doesn't offer him reassurance or empty consolatory words. She offers him the only thing he really needs;
Space.
Not the hollow, empty kind she's been living in for the last few weeks. Instead, she offers him the gift of space mutually occupied. She gives him room to exist as his is, without trying to fix or change his pain. His voice is shredded paper by the time he's done talking, but it's a little lighter too. He doesn't let go of her hand until he's done, but even then he seems reluctant too.
Now it's Sakura's turn to bare her soul, even though it's embarrassing. Even though she risks alienating him…she puts up her hands and goes for broke.
She tells Kakashi all of it- about her early feelings for him. The development of her Jutsu. Yume-Kakashi. Shikamaru.
Some parts are harder to explain than others. Some parts make them both feel uncomfortable or shy. But they get through it, because that's what they need to do. Even still, it takes a long time. Lots of stops, starts and restarts. She talks the long way around embarrassing topics that make them both blush the way adults rarely do.
But Kakashi is surprisingly calm about it all, and so she's able to fully share.
"Why…aren't you more weirded out by this?" She asks. Her hands are in her own pockets now, warding them against the oncoming chill of fall. The wind blows cold, and she knows it will be dark soon, but neither of them is ready to leave this place yet.
"Difficult as it might be for you to believe… you're not the first person to cast a Genjutsu on themselves. I've never heard of it being done without an ocular jutsu, but the concept itself is not unprecedented."
This sends her for an entirely new loop. After several minutes of begging and prodding, Kakashi finally submits to her questions.
"There's a few different ways to do it with a Sharingan…but looking into a mirror while forming a Genjutsu can cast it back onto the user." Here Kakashi looks away, remembering something from long ago. Something…uncomfortable?
Sakura has to take a moment. Her analytical brain fractures in multiple directions, trying to digest the implications of what he's just shared with her.
She wasn't the first to explore this field after all. Maybe there was more potential to her Yume-Jutsu than she even understood. Could his Sharingan maybe help her perfect it? What would perfection even look like? How far could they develop it together if she wasn't floundering in the dark, alone?
"How have we never talked about this?" She asks in awe.
Kakashi comes back to himself, shaking his head. It's here that she realizes his awkwardness. The true tension in his posture.
"Right after Rin died…I was even more of a mess than I am now. At the time, I still didn't fully understand how to use my Sharingan. The Uchiha clan didn't like the idea of an outsider having one at all, so they refused to guide me in how to properly wield it. Because of that, I was running a lot of sketchy trials I probably had no business running."
But there's something he's still not telling her…
Oh.
"I've only cast a Genjutsu on myself once. I'm determined to never do it again." He answers her unspoken question.
She feels the shift in his energy. This conversation walks on hallowed ground. "…What happened?" She finally asks.
"I was so…desperate to see them all again. My father, Obito and Rin…I was obsessed with trying to change the past, even though I knew deep down it wasn't possible. One night while testing the Sharingan, I accidentally cast a Genjutsu on myself. I realize now, looking back, it was a bit like a Tsukiyomi…
As it was happening, I had no idea what it was, or that I was even doing it. Not until the illusion broke, at least. By the time my chakra finally ran out, I'd been living in a dreamworld for what felt like weeks, unaware that it wasn't real. While I was under, I got to fix my mistakes. I lived on with my team as if nobody had died. I had dinner with my father every night. I helped Obito confess his feelings to Rin. I was…happy."
But the look on his face now is anything but. It's the look of a man with a mortal wound he's accepted will never heal.
"Suddenly waking up from that reality and being thrown back into this one… it was like feeling them die all over again. I was only 15 years old…"
This time Sakura can't help herself, she finds her body stepping into his space. She wants to comfort him, to pull him in…
She catches herself right before she does, stuttering to a stop before her hands touch his ribs.
The moment drags on for an eternity. He doesn't move, and neither does she.
How do people move forward when there is still so much holding them back? His return is still so fresh, and she's still so vulnerable. They have both just shared so much with each other, but they still haven't talked about the kiss. She doesn't really know where they stand in that regard. She doesn't know if she even wants to go back to loving him the way she had.
Loving Kakashi for all those years had been exhilarating, intoxicating…but it had been emotionally exhausting too. He had been the victim of her obsessive nature, and their entire relationship had almost been the casualty.
Their confrontation the night he'd left had revealed to her the thing she'd really wanted from him: A relationship. Any relationship. Teacher, lover, intimate friend… She'd been so desperate to have him back in her life that maybe, at some point, things had gotten a little twisted. She was so good at doing that…
She'd created an entire Jutsu around his image for gods sake. Even she could admit that was a little toxic. But at the same time…she'd never had a real, reciprocated love to actually compare her feelings to.
She hadn't been able to see her love for the incomplete, fragmented thing it was. She'd had all the right ingredients but no recipe; no way to understand that how you loved someone was even more important than how much.
Deep down, Sakura still loves Kakashi. She will always love kakashi. But even though she knows he has the potential to love her in return, something is still holding her back.
Maybe Sasuke had had that same potential, once upon a time- wanting to love her but not knowing how.
"You know the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, right?"
Maybe she just didn't want to settle for potentially anymore. She deserved better, and he did too. Love unbounding, steadfast and unconditional. Maybe this habit was still a new one, but she was getting better at loving herself first, and letting that just be enough. She knew that she and Kakashi could go on endlessly, doing this dance forever.
But love without trust was not yet love.
She hadn't known how to recognize that, until Shikamaru.
"Do. You. Trust. Me?"
"I trust you."
It's Kakashi who surprises her, breaking Sakura out of her inner monologue. But he doesn't move to pull away. He does not do what he has done every day of their lives together. Instead, he loops thumb and forefinger around her wrist, pulling her in the rest of the way.
His fingers slide up the back of her head and he tucks her into the crook of his neck. Her arms slide automatically through the underside of his jacket, soaking in the warmth of his torso. She breathes him in deeply, because new habits burn bright, but old habits die really hard.
He has never held her this close before.
He might never hold her this way again.
"…are we going to be Okay?" He asks. He whispers the words like they are the last two people on earth before the last light in the universe goes black for good.
"I think we are Okay enough." She promises into his skin.
And she meant it. He was here. Naruto was home and they were all together now. No matter what came next, they would be unstoppable. It might take time for them to adjust, but time was finally something they could have, thanks to him.
At her words, he relaxes into her touch. His weight sags on her a little more, and she likes the idea of him leaning on her for once.
Around them, the world ticks on. The setting sun bounces caramel light off gauzey wisps of autumn clouds. His clothes smell like cedar and the peppermint salve he uses on his shoulder when the aches get bad. Crickets sing the last of their mating calls, a swan song before the first cold frost takes them out. It's a beautiful October evening. She's never going to forget this day…
"Can I ask you a favor?" Kakashi asks, breaking the spell of peaceful silence.
She nods into his chest, and he pulls back to look at her. "Your Genjutsu-me…"
"Yume-Kakashi?"
"Yeah…Can I meet him?"
Sakura doesn't know how to respond. Never in her life did she think she would be here, spilling her deepest secrets to the one person she'd never wanted to show them to. It's a beautiful emotional high until…
…until the sadness hits her like an old wound that aches whenever it's about to rain. A deep, omnipresent pain you can never put your finger on. The kind that no amount of peppermint salve can make better.
"I don't think I can." She says, once more retreating into thought.
- Belonging -
"Can I meet him?" Kakashi asks.
Sakura's face is a temporary joy chased by unending sadness. She looks like she's lost something terribly dear to her. He knows the look of grief when he sees it. He just hadn't expected to see it here.
"I don't think I can…" She says, pulling fully from his embrace. She crosses her arms, hugging in her elbows. He hates the sudden absence of her warmth, but he doesn't reach to pull her in again. The need to touch her doesn't feel quite as forbidden as maybe it had one before, but that doesn't mean his reservations are gone for good. The warden of his thoughts is still on duty.
"I haven't tried to summon him since the night you and I argued."
"Why not?" He asks.
"It's…complicated. I don't know how, but he's sometimes able to…manifest and take physical form."
"I remember that." Kakashi says, bitterly. His jaw still clicks every time he yawns, courtesy of the spin kick his doppelgänger had landed on him. "Is that why you started bleeding out that day? Because he…manifested?"
"I think so. We think when he becomes corporeal, he pulls chakra from my nervous system, vital organs included. As he gets stronger, it requires even more to sustain him, even if it's just in my mind. He said the next time I summoned him, the chakra-drain would likely stop my heart. We didn't have the best goodbye…"
Kakashi understands her hesitation now, but not entirely her sadness. She isn't grieving the loss of an ability. It's more like she's grieving the loss of a friend.
But then he remembers his own grief at 15, waking up in the silence of his empty house to realize his father wasn't actually still alive. To realize he was once more alone, and would probably be forever so.
He understands her sadness better after that.
"Is there something else you can show me?" He asks. He doesn't know why, but he has this nagging feeling about her Jutsu. He wants to see her cast it in person.
"Maybe…" She says thoughtfully. "I've always had this idea for something, but I've never had a person to try it with. Are you sure it's okay?"
He's skittish about the idea of being trapped in a Genjutsu, but he wills himself to trust in her. At his prompting, they find a place to sit in the grass. Sunset has only a few minutes left, but he doesn't mind the idea of walking her home in the dark. They sit cross legged, knee to knee. After she has settled in, he tips his headband up off his forehead.
His Sharingan flickers to life, and for a while he just watches her meditate. The warden of his thoughts is suspiciously off duty. His thoughts run unsupervised in every direction.
Even though her own eyes are closed, it's a terribly intimate thing to watch someone shape chakra this way. Everyone's chakra network is like a fingerprint. Mapping the ebbs and flows of her energy feels akin to memorizing the flecks of darker emerald at the edges of her iris… Not that he's already done that…
But as she works, the Jutsu eventually becomes more interesting to him than the caster. For a while, he watches the different colored lights of her chakra flare and glow like a campfire in her mind. 'Sensory Drills,' she'd called them. He copies what she's doing with his sharingan, even if he can't recreate it. He never takes his eyes off her.
Then, the patterns of light begin to change. Instead of individual threads of color, they weave together into an abstract spiral near the crown of her head. They spiderweb along her temples and down the length of her arms. Having the Sharingan, he has watched and mapped over a thousand jutsu, but he's never seen anything like this before. It is both like and unlike any Genjutsu he's witnessed. His nagging suspicion nags even harder…
"Take my hands when you're ready." She says. The glow of her chakra peaks in brightest. Her eyes are still closed as she extends her hands out to him, palms up.
But Kakashi is a contrarian by nature.
And so, because he's still a little conflicted, and because so much between them is still yet unresolved, he takes her fingers lightly in his, and pulls her forward in her seat.
She flinches when he presses his forehead into hers and doesn't let her pull away.
"Keep going." He whispers into the small space between them.
He is at war with himself, sitting with her like this…But he's getting better at just letting himself feel what he does.
After a time, she relaxes again. He tries to soften the edges of his mind, to let the waves of her chakra affect his. Slowly, she pulls him into the current of her Jutsu. He closes his eyes only to blink, but when he does the world explodes with light.
Because now they are not sitting in cold, damp grass in the dying light of fall.
The smell of orange blossoms hits him hard. It zings up through his mask and directly into his sinuses. His pupils blow wide as the light pours in, bringing with it the heat and smells of noon. There is meadow grass beneath his bare feet, prickly and lush and freshly cut.
As he turns in a circle, he can see for miles and miles. He is surrounded in all directions by orange trees. Every limb of every bow is ladened with fruit and starwhite blooms. His ears hum with the buzz of honey bees. The air tastes like summer sky.
"Do you see it?" He hears Sakura ask. Her voice sounds barely inches from his lips. He turns in another circle, realizing he can hear her but not see her.
"What is this?" He asks in awe, lifting a hand to shade his eyes from the sun . His palm to the sky feels its radiant heat, despite knowing his real body sits exposed in the cold.
"Sympathetic Resonance." She says quietly. The pride in her voice is tempered by shyness. "Try one of the oranges."
He reaches out a tentative hand and snaps an orange from a nearby branch. His nail bites into the heavy skin and it peels away from the ripe fruit easily. When he pops an orange slice into his mouth, the juice explodes across his tongue, fresh and sweet and real.
'How is this even possible?' He wonders.
Genjutsu are papershallow things that feel real in the way a stage play feels real. It requires a level of suspended disbelief or exceptional talent to truly be swept away by one. Comparing this to a Genjutsu is like comparing the Sun to a white dwarf star. This is that, but it's so much more…
"She's incredible, isn't she." An all too familiar voice says from behind him.
And when Kakashi turns, a figure stands just beyond the clearing. It steps out of the trees and into the sunlight, a shock of silver hair falling over the eye where his doppelgänger's Sharingan should be.
Kakashi looks around the clearing, wary. "Can she see you?" He asks.
"No. I'm here to talk to you." The figure says. They eye each other up and down with identical stares.
"What…are you?" Kakashi finally asks.
The other Kakashi tilts his head back to look up at the sky, as if the answer is somehow written in the clouds. The gesture is so uncanny, so personally familiar, it makes Kakashi feel like he's watching a shadow clone.
But then his doppleganger shrugs, and it's just so Sakura that it breaks the illusion all together.
"I'm…me. But if I know you the way I think I do, then the better answer to your question is: I'm the seed of her imagination and memories of you, brought to life through years of Chakra exposure and manipulation."
Kakashi lifts an eyebrow at this clinical explanation.
"Or, to put it differently," Yume-Kakashi continues, "I'm the best parts of you, and the best parts of her. Anything beyond that…It's a little hard to tell sometimes. I'm just taking this one day at a time."
Kakashi steps forward, circling this foreign figure that wears his likeness like a henge. He searches for any imperfections or markers that might distinguish each of them from the other. But the differences he finds are superficial: their posture, the balance of weight when they stand. "You're not a Genjutsu." he says, more sure of the fact with each passing moment they converse.
"I was, once. I think I'm becoming something else now. My own thing."
"If you're something else, then why continue to use my face?"
Here, his doppelgänger waves a circle around his face in a theatrical gesture."I mean, come on. Who wouldn't want to look this good?"
And at that Kakashi… laughs. He actually laughs.
"Fair enough." He says, relaxing. It was still a bit weird, conversing with himself like this, but it also felt a bit like taking to Sakura. He can hear the rhythms of her speech pattern. He recognizes the tone of her sarcasm. "So. The best of me and the best of her. Is that why you and I are so different?" He asks.
And then, his double gives him a look that's part sadness, but mostly understanding. He walks forward, hands in his pockets. It's the easy way in which he carries himself that feels so strange to Kakashi's eyes.
It's not the forced ease he himself had learned to wear like battle armor to keep people from always asking if he was okay. Instead, this Kakashi has the authentic swagger of somebody relaxed enough to like themselves…but it's got his face attached to it.
What a novelty.
"We're not as different as you might think." The other Kakashi says, observing him with a clear grey gaze. "I think…I'm what you could be if you were willing to truly love her. To love all of them, really. But for real this time. Not as students, but as equals."
This genjutsu-not-genjutsu seems to know a troubling amount about his inner demons. The direct nature of his words is enough to make Kakashi look away.
But it's already been a day of slaying inner demons. What's the harm in slaying one more.
"I'm not sure I'd even know how." He finally says. A heavy sigh rattles in his chest.
"You'll figure it out." Yume says. "When things get hard, just remember you need to love them more fiercely, not less. And understand that your students might be a team, but each of them will require different handling.
Naruto will love you into excess if you let him. Now that you've brought him home, he won't be sent away again so easily.
Sasuke is lost….He's not ready to find his way back yet, but he'll need your understanding once he does.
And as for her…"
Hearing his own voice break over the word her sends something spiraling deep within him. It's one thing for Kakashi to love Sakura in silence, in the layered, complicated way he does. It's another thing to see it expressed so openly on his own face without reservation.
For more reasons than one, he finds himself jealous of the being standing before him. How easily this man can accept what he feels. How at peace he seems to be within himself.
"As for Sakura, you may feel like you have so very little to give. But you know her, she's like a feelings factory. She can take so little and turn it into so very much. What ever little bit you give her, you will get back a hundred fold. So just…Try. I promise you, it's worth it."
And here, standing in the middle of an imaginary clearing, talking to an imaginary man, Kakashi has a very real epiphany.
Because he doesn't have to try. He just has to remember.
He had aspired for Naruto.
He had grieved for Sasuke.
He had underestimated Sakura.
But he had loved all of them. Loved them all with such a force, he hadn't been able to recognize it for what it was. Piercing Rin's heart hadn't just scarred him for life, it had emotionally paralyzed him. But maybe it was time to feel again.
He couldn't keep living his days neglecting life to try to honor the dead.
His mirror image looks back to the center of the clearing. Kakashi turns to follow his gaze. He sees Sakura sitting there, cross legged and meditating. Here, she truly is a deity of loveliness, skin warmed through by the summer sunlight she's literally creating.
Yume-Kakashi looks at her, his gaze pouring out unconditional love for a girl he can no longer touch. It's the first time the two of them really look identical. The irony of this fact is not lost on Kakashi.
But there is something else in Yume's look that Kakashi recognizes. Something he hasn't seen on his own face in a long time.
Peace? Meaning?
Something he didn't necessarily have when he'd had Rin and Obito, but had had even less of upon losing them.
Something that, for a brief moment, he'd tasted again when team 7 had been united.
'Oh.' He realizes, all at once.
Belonging.
Seeing now what love looks like on his face, real unconditional love… it makes Kakashi want it for himself again. He wants to be able to look in the mirror and not see hollow eyes staring back at him. He wants to know again what it's like to have something to fight for, instead of just something he's afraid to lose. He wants the love that propelled him to stand before his team, to catch a blade across the backs of his knuckles.
But more than that, he want them to know that there was nothing he would not step in front of for them.
Back then, he hadn't been ready. Now, he was ready enough.
"Okay." He says through the lump in his throat. "Okay. I'll try."
Yume-Kakashi smiles at him, and it glows something marvelous. Then, Yume turns to Sakura, one last memorial glance. "Hey, before you go…can you do something for me?"
- Resonance -
Sakura is there to steady him when Kakashi finally opens his eyes. It's disorienting, the flash back from summer to fall. The dissipating heat of the orange grove drives the chill of the evening deeper into his skin. Sakura sits before him, face full of worry, anxiety, nerves.
Old habits die hard.
"What happened?" She asks, scanning his face. She blinks the dizziness from her own eyes. "That felt…bigger than it should have."
"…I met him." Kakashi says, squeezing the hands still resting in his own. He knows he doesn't need to elaborate further.
Sakura stills, quiet for a long moment. Her face is all sharp angles and apprehension, honed by the shadows of the dying light. "What… did you think?" She finally asks.
"You have great taste in hallucinations. He's marvelously handsome if I do say so myself."
"Oh god, I am never going to live this down." She wails, trying to pull her hands away in embarrassment. But he holds onto her, refusing to let go.
"We'll get through it." He laughs, warm and full. His chest has a lightness to it he hasn't felt in years. He doesn't miss the curious way Sakura's eyes drink him in.
"He did tell me to give you something, though."
"What do you mean?" Sakura asks, trying to conceal the ache in her voice.
In response…Kakashi lets go of her hands.
He reaches up to catch a finger on the edge of his mask. His hand hovers there for an endless second before he slowly slides it free of his face. It pools around the base of his neck, forgotten in the folds of his coat.
He wants no barriers between them here. Not his past, not his faults, not even the well kept secret of his face.
Sakura's eyes go wide as the horizon.
And then, before he can talk himself out of it, he leans over, an inch at a time.
Before, he'd thought he had been kissing her the way she should be kissed, that he was giving her what she needed if not what she wanted.
He'd been wrong. He fixes it here.
Her body hesitates for the barest second, lingering in a limbo he doesn't blame her for. But then, she turns her mouth up into his, vulnerability and hope. Electricity dances between them, but it's the controlled burn of a tempered love, and they lean into it together.
Her tongue is still sugar and her lips are still wine, but this time their kiss is absent of fear. He kisses her in adoration and it feels like belonging. Her mouth is everything he remembers it to be, and everything he's ever dreamed.
Acceptance without conditions. Love without the guilt.
A small part of him hopes that, what ever happens next, she will never settle for anything less than the worship he breathes into her now. With his lips he says I heard you, and I love you, and Thank you. He kisses her like they have nothing but time.
When they finally part, her eyes are glazed. Her mouth lingers with the tastes of oranges.
"What was that?" She asks, breathless.
"That was a re-do." He whispers against her lips.
And if that was all it ever amounted to, Kakashi knew he would be okay with it. Because they didn't have to hang the world on this kiss. They could just let it be what it was: a promise to do better, for each other and for themselves. To love more fiercely instead of less. To walk endlessly into the future, as equals this time.
He knew he wasn't totally fixed, but he could be a work in progress. He might never be able to change the past, but he could accept that some things just couldn't be undone. It didn't make him weak, it just made him human…But maybe together they could affect the future. Maybe they didn't have to do it alone.
Together, they leave the memorial grounds in search of Jiraiya and Naruto. Kakashi says goodbye to his first family, and steps out to reclaim his next.
He would still be back next Friday, but things would be different next time. It was okay to remember the dead, but now he wasn't in such a rush to reunite with them.
He had a lot of rebuilding still to do.
- Author Note -
There is this saying in storytelling that it's good to promise something, and then simply deliver it. It is a harder but more rewarding task to deliver something unexpected but better. Ultimately, if I was going to write a love triangle, I want Sakura to have ALL her men, not just one of them. Naruto included. She deserves to have everything, and so do you dear reader.
I think only the reunion of team 7 could give her and Kakashi the healing they really needed, not just the romance they might want. It for sure got messy, and we took the hard way getting here, but ultimately that's what makes a resolution feel earned.
I hope you'll stay and see how the rest of their collective journeys play out. Next we move into our final Enemies!Arc. It's about to get wild, friends. There will be death! There will be battles! There will be plot twists and possibly a Lemon but definitely a Playlist at the end of it!
Content Warning moving forward: As hard as we went emotionally in arc 3, we are about to go harder with the scare factor / death / danger in arc 4. No one is safe. Spooky vibes abound.
Until then, thank you so much for reading this unnecessarily long wish fulfillment fic that nobody friggin' asked for lol. Thank you for your unending patience with me as I learn to be a less shitty editor. Typing errors, kill me now.
I will be seeing you very soon. Trust me.
XOXO - VB