"Why?"
The word came out softly from her soft pink lips, now stained red.
I stared down at her in pain.
Why what?
How was I supposed to know? "Sakura..." Her name rolled off my tongue.
She reached up and touched my face. "Sasuke-kun...I love you." She uttered.
Damn you.
I hate that you make me feel this way. I hate that you haven't gotten over me. But I always ask the same question.
Why me?
Out of all the guys you could've had, you chose me. An avenger . Someone who left his whole future behind.
And you.
"Arigatou."
I clench my fists in a reassurance it would make my pain disappear. It did not.
"You're annoying."
I just have to say one thing I never could've said before.
I'm sorry.
I am so fucking sorry. I am sorry for tearing you apart into what you are now.
And I'm sorry for hurting you.
There. I said it. But you aren't there to hear it.
Please tell me this is all an illusion. Please tell me this isn't real. Don't tell me this is reality.
I felt the soft earth grind against my knee, the crimson in my body flowing out. I don't care.
Just bring her back.
Why?
Why are you asking me the only question I can't answer?
What?
You just died...and I was the one who did it.
When?
Just when time started to stop.
Where?
Right in front of me.
How?
Because of my emotions.
I knew it. I fucking knew it. I knew having these... 'emotions' would just cause me pain again.
But I did it for her. And for myself.
I feel my mind going blank, and my world becoming dark. Stroking your face one more time, I have a couple more things to say.
I love you.
And thank you.
My surroundings are no more.
Why?
There was never an answer.














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