Summary: You and I will never be We again. You've taken too much, and I have nothing left to give. She always told herself, "Fake it until you make it."

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It's not like it was always like this.

She was happy before. He was happy before.

Before everything happened - Before that stupid party. Before the stupid alcohol got into his system.

Before he fucked some stupid woman at a party, who was older than him, forgetting all about his loving, loyal girlfriend.

Sasuke Uchiha screwed up.

Well, Sasuke honey.

Actions speak louder than words, don't they?

He tore his pretty little Sakura apart.

He saw her. Sitting at the park, laughing with all of her friends.

(She always told herself, "Fake it until you make it.")

He slowly walked toward them, ignoring the glares that threatened to bore numerous holes in his head.

"Sakura," He inhaled deeply through his nose, exhaling through his mouth, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart. "Can we please talk?"

She gave him a heart breaking fake smile, accompanied with a nod.

Neji Hyuuga grabbed her arm softly, pulling her aside. Sasuke watched their body language, glaring at the Hyuuga.

Sakura only smiled once more, nodding lightly to her guard dog as Sasuke had dubbed him.

"So, Sasuke." Ouch. No -kun suffix was added. That was a kick in the teeth. "What did you want to talk about?" She sat down on a boulder, swinging her legs back and forth. Sasuke stood next to her.

"I-I'm sorry." He mumbled, not used to apologizing. He looked up at green orbs, trying to read her emotions.

Yet, she smiled again. He swore, every fake smile was cracking his heart.

(Stop it already, please stop it now!)

"That's okay." She looked at him, like she was reassuring him. When he was the one that hurt her.

"No, it's not. I fucked her - and, and... And I didn't even know her! I didn't think..." He grabbed at his hair angrily, looking at the ground, distressed. "I didn't mean to."

A small hand rested on his shoulder. She was standing now, barely reaching his shoulder. He looked down at her, his eyes stinging with tears.

Her own eyes held no trace of tears.

(It's not bleeding, but it hurts so much...)

She'd already had a week to practice faking her emotions.

She still didn't say anything, and he fell to his knees. "Please," He choked a little. He was breaking apart, tearing into pieces. He loved her - fucking loved her so much. He needed her. She was it. He knew it. She was meant for him.

He wrapped his arms around her legs, and she slowly bent down so she was sitting in front of him. He still held on to her. He refused to let go. She pushed some of his onyx hair out of his eyes.

"I need you, Sakura. I miss you. I love you. Please," He kept begging. She smiled. Fake of course.

She kept pushing his hair out of his eyes, letting it flop back down before doing the same.

(Distractions keep my emotions in check. Focus now, baby.)

"Sasuke," She whispered. His head snapped up, his eyes meeting hers. His black eyes so pained, so regretful. "You and I will never be We again. You took too much," He closed his eyes -

(Please no. No, no, no, no. Please,)

"-And I've got nothing left to give." She kissed his head, and he cried.

Sasuke Uchiha - the strong, stoic man, feared by thousands - broke apart in front of her very eyes.

"Please, no. No, no, no..." He kept repeating. "No, no, no..."

Slowly, she stood up. Slowly, she turned her back. Slowly, she walked away. And slowly...

Slowly, he died.

It was all his fault.

(Sasuke, honey. Actions speak louder than words...)

"No, no, no..."