Summary: “Sakura Haruno, she was certainly a pleasant surprise in his life. ” /// 31 Days of SasuSaku-Mas. Unrelated Prompt Based Drabbles in different AUs.
Chapter Six /// Prompt: Thank you & Love you, Goodbye
The weather has been getting colder and colder with each passing day. That also meant that the snow kept on coming their way in Konoha. It snowed yesterday, and the day before, and then the day before that. For even someone who loved the snow dearly, Sakura was slowly getting tired of it. With being stuck indoors for the most part, unless she had to work at the hospital, Sakura had found a hobby in knitting. It was relaxing and it was a great time passing activity. She would knit while she read medical books, she would knit while she ate, and she would knit while she did anything really.
It had taken her a couple of months now to finish it, but she did get to eventually. As she looped the last knot together, Sakura snipped off the last of the yarn. Smiling, she allowed her fingers to run across the soft material before stopping at the bottom corner, where a simple Uchiha emblem sat.
Sasuke was heading to colder areas this year so she figured he could use a little extra warmth. For a minimalistic person, she just hoped that the scarf would fit his taste and not be too much of a burden to wear. On his missions and travels, she knew he didn’t carry much, if not anything with him. It was always just the clothes on his back and his weapons. Recently though, he has brought along a bento box from her. It wasn’t really much, but it set Sakura’s heart at ease knowing that he would have at least one proper meal out of the days he’s gone.
Setting it back into its box, Sakura pulled out some gift wrapping materials. She barely managed to even cover the box when two loud knocks on her apartment door was heard. Brows furrowing, she took a quick glance at the clock and did a double take. Eyes widening, she looked down at her outfit, she was still in her hospital clothes, and then at the barely wrapped gift. Shit. She completely lost track of time.
Another knock on her door sent her out of her panicking mind, as she scrambled to her feet and dashed for the door. “Coming!” Swinging the door to her apartment open, Sakura continued to apologize for making him stand outside so long. “Sorry about that Sasuke-kun. I lost track of time.”
“It’s fine.” He told her as he continued to stand outside in the cold as the snow began to dust his dark hair white. Taking in the sight of her flushed face and wrinkled scrubs, he couldn’t help but smirk. “Slowly becoming Kakashi, I see.”
At the mentioning of their former sensei, Sakura couldn’t help but pout at the comparison. “I’m not usually like this! I’ll let you know that I am very punctual.”
“Hn.”
Seeing that there was at least an inch of snow on his shoulders now from standing out there for too long, Sakura frantically pulled him inside. “Why are you still standing out here? You’ll catch hypothermia at this point!”
He shook off the snow and mumbled, “No point if I’m going to be traveling in again soon.”
“Soon?” She questioned, feeling her heart drop slightly. “Define soon.”
“In an hour.”
“Oh.”
Wringing her hands together, she gnawed on her bottom lip. Sakura knew that he was leaving soon, but she didn’t figure that it would be this sudden. For some reason, she had thought that they still had at least a couple more days together. Had she known he was living tonight, she would have prepared him a bento box and some more soldier pills.
At least she still had the scarf for him. Mood brightening up, Sakura quickly ran back to her room to grab the gift. Sweat dropping at the terrible wrapping that she had done in a matter of seconds, she hoped that he didn’t mind. It was the gift inside that mattered the most anyways.
When she came back, she found that he was still standing in the same spot that she had left him. He didn’t bother to take off his cloak or sit down, which was something he usually did. It was then that she realized how soon he was talking about. Guess he stopped by just to say goodbye then…, she thought.
Giving him a small smile, she extended the gift out to him. “Please excuse the terrible wrapping job. I was in a rush. But it’s something that I think you could get some use out of during this time of year.”
He held her gaze for a long time after she spoke, unmoving. Obsidian locking with emerald. At first she felt herself becoming self conscious at the sudden eye contact but as time continued on, she began to relax in his gaze. And when she did so, she felt that he did too when suddenly his dark eyes turned a lot softer than she had ever imagined.
Sasuke took the gift out of her hands and sniffled a chuckle at the sight of the wrapping. It was even worst than Naruto’s. For a delicate and perfectionist like her, he didn’t think she would be this bad. But he’ll let the excuse of running out of time be the explanation. As he pulled away the paper and opened the box, he found a knitted red scarf staring back at him.
“I know you don’t like carrying a lot of things, but I figured you would get some use out of it in this type of weather. You can return it after you’re done. You don’t have to carry it with you. I’m sorry if it’s too bright, I know you like dark colors. I hope that it’s comfortable, I made sure to get a soft material and ---.”
“Thank you.”
Sakura breath was stuck in her throat as she stopped in the middle of her rant. He said those two words with so much affection in them that it blew her mind. Sure, those two words were always ones she would hold dear to her heart, especially if they came from him, since they’ve had so much history. But this time around, she couldn’t help but feel that they meant something completely different than the times before.
Allowing a smile to slip back onto her lips, she stepped forward and took the scarf out of his hands. Standing on her tippy toes, she wrapped it around his neck, before tightening it in a simple knot and tucking it into the collar of his cloak. Just as she came down and was about to take a step back, he slipped his hand behind her back and kept her in place, much to her surprise. But that was nothing compared to what Sasuke did next.
Not giving her a second to feel flustered at their sudden closeness, Sasuke dipped his head and pressed his lips against hers.
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Here is the list of the fanfiction that I wrote in the SasuSakuMonth, for convenient reading purposes. It’s a work in progress due to Real Life Stuff, but hopefully I’ll fill it all in soon! Most of these are in outline stage and just need me to sit down and finish them haha.
Day 1 - Two Weeks [Prompt: First Love]
Day 2 - Not Too Late [Prompt: Something More]
Day 3 - Like Fire and Leaves [Prompt: Chemistry]
Day 4 - House Upon A Rock [Prompt: Lean On Me]
Day 5 - Ode to Eileithyia - Chapter Two [Prompt: Blood, Sweat and Tears]
Day 6 - Gal Friday - Chapter Four [Prompt: Thank You]
Day 7 - WIP [Prompt: Love You Goodbye]
Day 8 - WIP [Prompt: Heartbreak Hotel]
Day 9 - WIP [Prompt: On Opposite Sides]
Day 10 - WIP [Prompt: Photograph]
Day 11 - WIP [Prompt: Shelter From The Rain]
Day 12 - WIP [Prompt: Lights Out, Words Gone]
Day 13 - WIP [Prompt: In Another World]
Day 14 - WIP [Prompt: Even Just A Moment]
Day 15 - WIP [Prompt: The Slug and the Snake]
Day 16 - WIP [Prompt: That Day]
Day 17 - WIP [Prompt: War Torn]
Day 18 - WIP [Prompt: Comfortable Silence]
Day 19 - WIP [Prompt: Regrets]
Day 20 - WIP [Prompt: Deja Vu]
Day 21 - WIP [Prompt: Not Everything Is Black and White]
Day 22 - WIP [Prompt: An Outsider’s Point of View]
Prompt: Sasusaku Month Day 11, Shelter from the rain
Summary: Sakura has always loved the rain. (Yes the title is supposed to be shelter for the rain, it’s not a mistake.)
Set after Sasuke Hiden, When Sasuke returns back to Konoha after his journey of redemption.
Sakura Haruno was amongst the few people in Konoha who truly loved the rain.
There was a time when even Naruto who is bright and optimistic about everything, became weary of the rain, his usual hyperactivity dulled and unpolished under the dreary cloud cover. He was still much better than most people and he fought against the cold harsh weather and won quite a few times. The other times he was stuck in bed with a cold and a disgruntled attitude.
The rain was kinder to Sakura than most, Ino who once went on and on about how wonderful the rain was had now become more cautious of it stating that she hated how her hair frizzes up and Hinata who’d always been gentle enough to hate nobody had become averse to storms for she’d always been a little afraid of it if nothing else.
But it didn’t start of that way, not even close. There was a time when rain was a cause to celebrate, the pride and joy of Konoha, but then the village was betrayed.
The rain that they prayed for, the one they revered turned on the village and caused a flood whose tales of destruction would be told for many generations to come.
Konoha started hating the rain.
But Sakura didn’t.
She knows she should have but while most saw the flood as an unforgiving and cruel calamity Sakura saw it as nature being pushed to it’s very limit, broken until it lashed out unable to control it’s grief.
She’d once been silly enough to think that she’d been strong enough to tame the weather and she’d gone into a hurricane all by herself thinking she’d be able to make it. It was her love for the rain that had kept her frozen in her spot unable to do anything when lightning had almost struck her.
Naruto had saved her at that time. Bright, sunny, happy Naruto was the only one who could brave that storm. All Sakura could do was stand in the eye of the hurricane and watch the rain and wind tear everything apart around her.
Naruto had hated the rains too as a child, he saw it as dreary, cold and frankly a pain in the ass but he had been stunned when he saw how beautifully spring bloomed with the help of the rain.
He didn’t understand why something so beautiful could bloom in the presence of something that was so utterly harsh.
Or why Sakura would love the rain so much when all it did was make her sick.
He’d always fuss over her, pull her out of the rain into a dry shelter but she’d never stay for long. She’d give him a bright smile and go running back out to brave the dark and menacing storm.
Eventually Naruto learned to understand the rain too in his own way. At first he’d ventured out only to keep Sakura company, to make sure she’d be safe even in the storm, but somewhere along the way Naruto started understanding the rage of the rain, the sadness of the storm and hate that resided in the hurricane.
But Sakura had never understood the rain, no, she’d loved it. She’d loved it unconditionally, senselessly, selflessly and foolishly ever since she was a child.
And she’d never stopped.
No matter how hard the winds pushed her back she’d always make her way through blinding rain one step at a time never faltering. She loved it till the devastating storm finally broke and the dark clouds parted slightly letting a ray of sunlight through.
And she continued loving it even after the rains had long since departed from Konoha.
It hadn’t rained in the village for the last few years now, just light showers on the outskirts of Konoha carefully watering the crops, keeping the trees alive and protecting the village in its own quiet way almost afraid to let itself show again for the fear of bringing another disaster.
But Sakura patiently waited for the rain come back. She knew it would, she believed in it even if most people didn’t.
She knew that the rains would return home to Konoha one day.
And she knew that today was that day.
Sakura stared vacantly up at the cloudy night sky after she stepped out of the hospital following another one of her brutally long shifts.
The air was humid, heavy with water and humming with a current she’d not felt for a long time. The usually crowded and bustling streets had become silent around her and it felt like the entire village was holding it’s breath to see what the rains would bring this time around.
Would it be a friend or a foe?
The first drop of rain falls on her. It falls directly on the centre of her forehead, warm and reassuring like a nostalgic poke against her skin.
She smiles widely and rain starts falling, slowly, gently and carefully.
The few people left on the street scrambled for shelter but Sakura simply walked ahead steadily without an umbrella, the quiet rain soaking every bit of her, from head to toe.
The rain was no longer biting cold as it had once been, instead it was warmer and far more gentle even if it seemed outwardly dangerous.
But then again, the rain had always been kinder to her than most people.
She almost stopped at the sight of a lone figure standing next to an old stone bench, waiting in the shadows, reluctant and hesitant just like the falling rain.
The rain had always been the most cruel to him, more so than anybody else, unforgivably pounding down on him as if to say that no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t wash away his sins.
He’d always hated the rain the most.
Even if the people of Konoha might learn to forgive the destruction the rain had once caused he probably wouldn’t.
But Sakura knew that if she showed him what she saw, the kindness of the rain she’d known as a child, the beauty she’d always seen even amongst the darkness then he’d one day learn to love the rain too.
She continued walking towards the figure her steps steady and echoing against the the cobbled pathway. When she finally reached the bench, she stopped standing a few feet away from the man she’d never stopped loving.
This time around he was facing her, his dark hair soaked from the rain, mismatched onyx and purple trained attentively towards her pale green orbs.
The wind around her stilled, came to a groaning halt just like the rest of the world around her and she realised that she was in the eye of the storm.
“Welcome home, Sasuke-kun.” She said softly.
The very next moment sky tore itself apart, thunder roaring, lightning flashing and the once quiet rain began falling down in sheets, washing away everything.
But there was no ill intent in this rain, it felt like hope, like a promise finally fulfilled.
It felt like a new beginning.
“I’m home Sakura.”
Rain had finally returned to Konoha.
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“Teme.” Naruto asked Sasuke months after his return,”Have you ever wondered why Sakura-chan loves the rains so much? She goes on strolls in the middle of the storms. Normal people would take shelter from the rain, dattebayo.”
Sasuke had rolled his eyes, Naruto was hardly in the position to question Sakura when he wasn’t any better. Of course whenever he went out into the rain it was to try to prove a point that he was stronger than it, only to almost always fall sick until the nine tails finally felt sorry for the idiot and healed him.
Sakura on the other hand glowed. She blossomed during rainfall and never even got sick during the frequent spells of wet weather in Konoha nowadays.
Yes, Sakura Haruno was amongst the few people in Konoha who truly loved the rain.
And she was the only one that the rain had ever loved back.
“Idiot.” Sasuke had responded,”That’s because she’s shelter for the rain.”
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I tried to sound all deep and metaphorical but i think it just became confusing. Anyway tell me what you think, please!
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Summary: Modern AU/ Inspired by Elvis’ Heartbreak Hotel. Their lives followed different directions, and yet, they try their best to hold on to whatever is left of their love.
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A/N: Okay, first of all, I AM SO SO SORRY!! This story was supposed to have been posted 2 weeks ago, but honestly, guys… These past few weeks have been the most rushed of my life, and I’m just glad they’re over. I won’t take that long to post the next one, I promise. Now, enough with my babbling! I hope you all enjoy this one, and please, leave me your… Honest thoughts regarding this one. Have fun!
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It was a good night for heartbreak.
As expected from mid November, a cold drizzle hit the windows’ glasses around the town, spreading a melancholic feeling everywhere. Curtains were closed, families were already resting in the safety of their homes, and normal people were getting ready for a new, ordinary day that would follow.
Normal, intelligent people that knew loneliness could not be cured with a dose of whiskey.
The hotel’s bar was rather quiet that Wednesday evening. A calm, background music enveloped the entire room, creating the perfect mood for those who just wanted to enjoy their drinks and forget about their days. The bartender— a man whose white locks were already covering half of his head— was listening to the guests’ stories, nodding while filling their cups with whatever flavor of alcohol they had asked him to. Those people had tales to tell, and even if he couldn’t care less about them, Uchiha Sasuke couldn’t help but listen to the tragic stories of hearts that were once loved.
Those were lost people, he learned while sitting on the bar’s stool. Lost and broken people who used to be complete until they lost their significant ones. All the stories were all so sad and dramatic, and some even ended with people claiming their lives had lost their meaning now that they were alone. That was certainly an extreme feeling he could not relate to, yet, if there was one thing he shared with all those people, was the loneliness brought by a wounded heart.
Yes, he knew how that felt very well. He knew how it felt to look around and find no one standing by his side, and he knew how terrible it was to wait up for those who would never come back home. It was a desperate, empty feeling that had been eating him alive for years now, and even if he was supposed to be used to that already, being alone and deprived of love will never stop causing him pain. Those things will sting him until the day he dies, and for as funny as that could be, Sasuke only had himself to blame for his actual condition.
As he took a sip from his Jack Daniel’s, his dark orbs fell on the mahogany bar stained by water marks left by the glasses. At that moment, if he were to be honest, the alcohol had already anesthetized his senses, but not enough to make him forget the very reason why— after so many years— he was drinking at that mediocre place located down at the end of what should be called Lonely Street. Even if he had told himself many times that he would never set foot on that place again, and that he would get a grip on his life, in the end, all his efforts had been useless when he answered his phone earlier that day.
She had called him, after all.
She had called him that very morning and all it took him was the sound of her soft, apprehensive voice saying his name and asking him if they could meet. He was surprised, at first, and even worried for her voice basically screamed for help while she whispered calmly through the phone. Sasuke should’ve known by then that whenever that girl was involved, the best thing to be done is to stay as far away as possible from her in order to prevent yet another month of sleepless nights and unexplained solitude.
He should’ve known better.
But better than that, he knew he couldn’t just not allow her ruin the temporary peace he had found in his life. That was how she acted. That was how she made him feel alive, and both his heart and soul were always up for a night of forbidden and intense passion that would end as soon as he felt her warm lips against his cheeks before leaving.
Those lips have always been his weakness, and as long as he had them pressed against his, Sasuke was ready to face the lonely consequences that would, eventually, follow.
Just like many other nights, he was ready to drown his misery life in shots of whiskey and meaningless sex with the only girl who has ever held his heart. His manly, possessive pride would be happy to have her in his arms for a night even if he knew she would end up returning to that bastard as soon as the sun welcomed a new day.
It would be a useless night that would never have a happy ending, he knew.
Yet, even with no promises of a bright future ahead of them, he would rather answer her call than losing that last, thin connection they shared. He would do anything not to serve that line.
Hn, What a time to be alive, he thought, lifting his glass in front of himself before taking a long, sip. A slightly inebriated smirk played on his lips, and after what felt like hours of waiting, a bell rang across the room and a cold breeze invaded the saloon, indicating that a new loner had entered the bar. His curiosity got the best of him, and from the corner of his eyes, the Uchiha watched as that small figure dressed in black looked around the room with her big, emerald eyes.
So she had arrived, at last.
Their eyes met briefly before she started to make her way towards him, and as her heels clicked against the harsh, wooden floor; Sasuke observed how her pink hair was still kept untouched above her shoulders. She was wearing a dark-green coat over what was probably a black dress, and the pearls decorating her neck matched her perfectly elegant outfit.
Haruno Sakura was as beautiful as the last time he saw her.
But unlike then, she didn’t seem happy to see him.
Sakura didn’t seem happy at all.
It didn’t take long for her to get to his side, her gloved hands resting on top of the bar. His eyes turned left to watch her closely, and it didn’t take him much effort to see behind that fake smile of hers as she ordered herself a drink. Her hands were moving nervously, her teeth were trapping her lower lip in between them, and it was only after she took a deep breath that her emeralds finally turned to face him. “ Long time no see, Sasuke-kun…”
Her voice was soft even if it held a bit of concern, and he couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes shone as soon as they met his. Sasuke made sure to keep his face as stoic as ever, even if his slightly drunken state was making it hard for him to prevent his lips from turning upwards. He was certainly happy to see her— of course he was— but there was just no way he would let her have it against him.
“ Aah… It’s been a while since you last called me.”
“ How have you been?” She forced another smile, accepting the drink given to her by the barman. " Naruto only tells me you’re alive.”
“ I guess I am alive.” He started, taking another sip of his drink and feeling poison linger over his tongue. “ What about your boyfriend? Is he still alive?”
He watched as her eyes went down, a bitter smile taking over her lips. Sasuke knew she didn’t deserve those harsh words coming from him, but at that moment, he was too drunk to hold them back. His week hadn't been the best, and he wasn't sure if seeing her would make it better or not.
Probably not.
“ Yeah… He’s alive.”
“ Hn… And does he know you’re here?”
“ … No. I didn’t tell him.”
“ As expected from you.”
If he were to be honest, Sasuke was trying his best to make her walk away from him at that moment. He wanted her to regret calling him and lying to her boyfriend, even if that could probably cost him his night.
Sasuke wanted her to move away from that childish love she has always nourished for him, for he knew it would take her nowhere. Better than anyone, he knows how messed up he is, and the last thing he wanted was to drag her down with him. He wanted her to have a good life, and he wanted her to be with someone who can be good to her, even if she would never truly love this person.
The Uchiha knew he was not what she deserved. Even if no one would ever love her as much as he does, he wanted her to learn that love isn’t the most important thing in the world. There’s also commitment, trust, stability, and she would never find any of that in him.
At least not yet. At least not while there was so much going on in his life.
Such thoughts had never bothered him while they were younger, but now— now that his parents are dead and now that the ghost of his brother haunts him every single night of his life, Sasuke didn’t have it in himself to worry about his heart’s needs. He had been clear to her about that years before, and even if she protested and told him she would do her best to help him, the Uchiha managed to shut her out for a while.
They didn’t see each other for three years after that, and when they met again, their forbidden story began, as both of them agreed to follow their lives until the time came for them to be together. Sakura would make a fool of an innocent man, and even if she knew how wrong that was, she couldn’t stop. Not when that was her only chance of being with her true love.
That was her own way of waiting for him, and that was his way of always having her for himself. Even if there was another man in her life, he knew he meant nothing to her— he never would. It was just a matter of time until his life got back into the tracks again.
And until he could finally put his shit together, he had to make sure the pinkette would keep that idiot as her boyfriend. Sasori might never be the right guy for her, but at least, thanks to his family’s successful business, he’s able to provide for her and for the children clinic she founded after graduating med school.
He would take care of her until Sasuke could finally be the man she deserves.
Just a little longer, he would tell her, as they would lie naked in bed, wrapped around each other’s arms.
But— Oh it had already been too long.
“ I need to talk to you about something, Sasuke-kun… It’s important.”
“ Hn, what is it? What could be so important for you to sneak out and lie to your perfect boyfri—“
“ Sasori asked me to marry him.”
His dark eyes widened, his throat went dry, and suddenly, the taste of his whiskey became as bitter as it could be. The shock caused by her comment was clear in his body language, and it was as if the Uchiha was suddenly frozen in spot.
Marriage? That was not a part of his plan for their lives. They were supposed to have a stable relationship, of course, but that bastard was never supposed to propose to Sakura. No, she was not supposed to become his wife, and she was never supposed to change her last name to Sasori’s.
Sakura was never supposed to belong to someone else.
She could not accept that request.
“ What? When…?”
“ This morning… He showed up with the ring and—“
“ That bastard! He’s not allowed to propose to you and he’s not— And what did you tell him, Sakura?“
“ I told him I would think, of course. I told him that—“
“ Think!? You should’ve told him no!” He started, fists clenching and eyes glaring at his glass of whiskey. “ Who the hell does he think he is?! Even if you were really together, it’s too soon for any commit—“
“ It’s been 10 years, Sasuke-kun!”
Her voice startled him, again, as realization hit him.
10 years. Ten years of their stupid, little game, and nothing had changed ever since.
Anger started taking over his senses, and Sakura could feel her chest tightening at the scene in front of her. Her eyes were widened in a mix of fear and hope, and instinctively, she reached for his face. The pinkette cupped his cheeks, turning him to face her, and caressing his cheeks with her thumbs. Sadness was taking over her senses, and still, she found it in herself to smile at him. “ Sasuke-kun… Let’s get out of here. Just the two of us… “
“ …What?”
“Let’s leave everything and every one behind… Together. It’s been already too long and… This is our chance to be happy! Please, Sasuke-kun… Let’s get out of here.”
Tears were almost streaming down her eyes, and he could see how desperate she was. Of course she didn’t want to marry Sasori. That was never a part of her plan either, and more than he could ever be, Sakura was frustrated and even tired to be played around by his choices.
She was tired of waiting for something she wasn’t sure would ever belong to her.
He never doubted her love for him, and he was sure she knew how much he loves her. Yet, even answered feelings can wither if they aren’t fed with enough hope.
And perhaps, after 10 long years, there was really no hope left for their story.
Even if Sakura wanted to believe there was still a chance, and even if she wanted to keep fighting for his doomed soul, Sasuke knew better than to let her waste another second of her life with him. He couldn’t let her destroy her life because of love, and even if he wanted her— and even needed her— by his side, he loved her too much to let her give up on a chance to change her life forever.
He loves her too much, and that love would be their ruin.
“ Sasuke-kun, we could—“
“ Enough…”
“ What?”
“ That’s enough, Sakura… You and me. It’s enough.”
“ S-Sasuke-kun… What are you talking about?”
“ Hn, isn’t it clear? You’re going to get married, Sakura. We can’t keep seeing each other anymore. It wouldn’t be fair for your husband.”
“ My husband? I’m not marrying Sasori! You know that I don’t love him! He’s just— He’s just a—“
“ A way to kill time? I thought I was the one you ran to whenever you wanted to escape life.”
“ This isn’t true and you know it! I wish I could have you in my life all the time!”
“ Aa… But you have him instead, right? You have that bastard and… How am I supposed to know you don’t tell him the same things you tell me?”
“ W-What are you talking about? You’re not making any sense! You know that I love you! I’ve always loved you and I always will!”
“ And what about him?”
“ What about him?”
“ Don’t you love him, too? I mean…” He started, smirking bitterly. “ If you truly loved me, you would’ve stayed single for all these years, right? We wouldn’t need to sneak out whenever we wanted to meet, and life would be a lot easier.”
“ What?! You know Sasori and I started out because he invested in the clinic! You were the one who told me to be with him!”
“ But that was only during the first years of the clinic, right? What made you continue, Sakura? Tell me… Was it really just the clinic?”
“ Of course it was! You know that—“
“ Or was it the way he made in bed while you two fu—“
The Uchiha was never able to finish that line. A dry, sharp sound echoed around the bar, and all the eyes were suddenly set on the pair. Tears were streaming down her face, while a red, hand-snapped mark rested painfully against his cheek. Silence enveloped the entire place, and before he knew it, the pinkette slammed her hand against the bar and left everything behind.
She exited the bar without saying a single word, leaving behind not only a broken boy, but also the only, concrete symbol of their love: his mother’s ring.
Sakura slammed it against the bar, leaving behind all the promises and all the love that existed in between them. He had given her that ring years before, telling her that the day would come when he would finally be able to make her his wife. They had exchanged vows and dreams while that ring was perfectly wrapped around her delicate finger, and right now, as she walked away from it— from him, the Uchiha knew it was truly the end of everything.
“ Fuck!”
His voice left his throat with all the anger he could build inside of him, and he didn’t need to think twice before using the glass in front of him to unleash his feelings. His fingers wrapped around the thin, object and in a blink of an eye, Sasuke threw it on the floor, breaking it and spreading dangerously sharp shards everywhere. His fists were turning white, his jaw was clenched and his dark orbs were still looking at the cold ring in front of him.
On that cold, November night, not only one, but two hearts ended up broken by the harsh words that escaped his lips. After 10 years, both Sasuke and Sakura were forced to take a step towards a new direction that would only separate them even more. She would be heading towards a new, unhappy future; and he would be forever stuck in that miserable past of his.
At last, he drove her away.
At last, he set her free.
And for nights to come, the raven haired man would be returning to that same bar in order to drink his pain away, and to tell the tale of the one heart he was forced to break.
I imagine that sometimes when Sakura loses a patient or has an extremely bad day in the hospital, she gets drunk- buuuuut heyyy! guess who’s there to go pick her up Kdrama style?
