In the past, people used to call out after him that he was cursed. They would look at him and either walk away disgusted or spit at his feet, expressing their displeasure at his presence. And they did so because they were wicked; another explanation Sakura could not find.
Because how could they show such disrespect to the person who saved them? How dared they judge a teenager who was hurt by the world at the time in such a way?
Sakura sat on the bed, applying ointment to Sasuke's back. His scars were his past, which had more to tell than others could see. Only she reached the deepest and only she had the right to think about it, because she understood.
She leaned over his ear and kissed it, making him realize with her love that no matter how cursed he was to people, he was hers and nothing would change that.