Let Go by the Lady Arianrod
Disclaimer: Masashi Kishimoto owns Naruto.
This is just my little attempt to further understand Sakura.
A hum passes by her strawberry lips; she is trying to occupy herself for the moment. Her hands paint nervous spirals into the wayward locks of her pink hair; she is trying to forget. Her leaf-green eyes turn down absent-mindedly, flicking from left to right and back again.
Something is on her mind.
She never trained for such a moment; no one ever taught her how to handle such a wave of emotion. If only she knew how….
Haruno Sakura has long since left behind the days of braiding daisies and throwing kunai. She is cold, questioning, alone. Sakura can still hear for a moment Ino's taunting, friendly voice. She still remembers the many countless sessions of girl-talk that had transpired and passed as if in a dream.
That was her old life.
The new Sakura wasn't a flower or a warrior or even a normal teenaged girl. She was simply a shell.
Sakura knows that it is mostly her fault; allowing herself to fall in love with Sasuke had lead her down this winding path of unrequited love. However, she'd never expected this… emptiness…
Why does she still love him, still believe in him? Wasn't he just a memory, much like all that she once was? The old Sakura was just another nameless genin walking the streets of Konoha, idly singing the songs of love as if they would never end. That Sakura was trapped within a time that none of them could ever return to.
The remaining shell of Sakura is prone to wander and gaze at little things. She notes the sun's careless dance over the ground, but she does not delight in it. Nothing matters anymore.
Sakura still curses herself for falling in love, even when all hope of being reunited with Sasuke is spent. She curses herself for recalling his rare smiles, his terse appreciation of her, his reluctant teamwork….
And she curses herself for not understanding that it's all gone.
Sakura can never blame Sasuke for any of this, even if he did leave without a word. She'll never understand why he did this, but some things are best left unquestioned.
Now she puts her hair behind one ear with her lonely, heavy hand. She sighs to herself in sadness, a deluge of tears forming behind emerald irises. Sakura lets herself fall to her knees in the firm dust of the roads that she once danced over.
Sakura knows that it is over but she still has many questions:
"Why did I fall in love?"
"Why did Sasuke have to leave?"
"Why do I still feel this way?"
"Is this my life…..?"
The silence replies to her inquiries as Haruno Sakura stands to her feet and wonders how she can rebuild her existence.
End notes: Just a bit of sympathy for Sakura. I actually like her character now, though her life does need some sunshine, ne? Maybe I'll do a happy fic next. =)