The next week, to be honest, I couldn't really remember much of. I nursed the wound and spent most of my time sleeping off the medications or talking with Kiara and Itachi. We went back home after three days, I felt soothed to be in familiar surroundings. I had received at least a dozen phone calls from friends. I was allowed to take my exams in the summer, surprisingly nice of my school. Yoru was doing rehabilitation and she was doing perfectly well, I was bringing her home next week. And a police officer called me to find out where I was staying and came to the house once, to clear up a few more questions.

Mikoto called to tell us the psychiatrist was going to keep seeing Sasuke regularly and had put him on an antipsychotic though they were still trying to interpret if this was schizophrenia or something else. I was told he had been acting much calmer and similar to his "old self." I didn't really like that phrase. There is no old or new self really, you're just you. You're not in the past, you're not new, you're just developing. I hoped he was going to continue being calm so he can get his life back on track.

I was visiting him today. I had wanted to do so, but they wanted us both to heal up and clear our schedules a bit more. I asked to see him alone, without anyone else or the police. I was reluctantly allowed the request, though I was asked if I was sure I trusted him. I didn't trust the demon inside of him, but yes, I did trust him.

I paused outside of his room door, taking a deep breath before walking inside. He looked up as I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. He looked genuinely taken aback to see me. "How are you?" I asked as I slowly walked towards the bed. He studied me for a moment. "I'm...better." He decided on the words he wanted to use. I nodded, taking a seat in the chair beside the bed.

"They said they think they've found out what's been hurting you and that the doctor will continue seeing you." To be honest, I wasn't sure what Sasuke had was permanent like they thought. He… He never got any help before, never spoke to anyone, even though he had been through a lot in his childhood. It was hard to believe I knew him like this, when right now, we seemed like strangers. He nodded, sighing deeply. "I'm sorry. For what I did to you and for…"

He hesitated and I shook my head. "You weren't you when this happened. I'm fine and you are too, that's all that matters. All I wish is for all of this to be behind us." I murmured. He was looking out of the window, but he nodded. "It's the past." He agreed with a monotonous voice. I almost smiled. This was who I remembered. Calm, intelligent, if a little distant. "Itachi spoke to me earlier." I nearly fainted at that, I seriously think I would've. "Sasuke…" He held a hand up to stop me. "Amaya, it's hard not to notice someone being in love when you grew up with them." His voice was solemn, but his eyes held no hint of what he was thinking of.

"I did love you. I know that. But… It changed, we both did, and we can't go back. I don't want to either." He told me. I inhaled slowly. We were each other's first love, but just as he said, things changed. "You're going to find someone."

I murmured then, standing up. He glanced at me as I placed a hand on his shoulder. "If I were honest with you, Sasuke, I think we should just start over." We couldn't go back to how we first were, or how we've been for the past year. It was better to begin over, because I knew we probably were never going to entirely leave each other's lives. He nodded in agreement.

"Goodbye, Sasuke." I said as I walked away. I heard him hum lightly in reply and smiled as I left. I nearly collapsed as I walked down the hallway and out of the painfully bright hospital, relief and a horribly heavy weight finally lifted off of my chest. I'd done it, I really had… I was restarting my life, but I would always remember everything that had happened. It built who I am today. Stronger, braver, smarter…

I got into the car with Itachi, giving him one of the first genuine and peaceful smiles that I had shared with someone in far too long. I had made mistakes, we all did, but look where it got me. I was walking down a great pathway for a change, and I was certain we all were going to be perfectly okay. Physically, mentally, perfectly okay.

I felt his hand slip into mine and smiled gently. I wasn't uncertain about my life or myself anymore.

Everything really will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the ending.


I have some sort of epilogue in mind but I probably won't do it until way later, when I have more time. I seriously do have most of it planned out though, so perhaps it won't take so long.

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