Epilogue

I actually managed to make this several thousand words shorter than the original story. I don't know how I managed that.


Seven years and 10 months had passed since that morning, when Sasuke Uchiha and Sakura Haruno kissed, sitting at the breakfast bar in a dormitory at Princeton University.

Standing at a podium, smiling to the world, was Sakura Haruno, just finishing college. She still had her residency to complete, but she was overjoyed that she had completed her degree and could soon by licensed to be a pediatrician.

What she was most thrilled by was moving out of her dorm, and moving into a small apartment shared with her boyfriend of all those seven years and 10 months; Sasuke Uchiha. Only graduating law school two years prior, Sasuke was an accomplished lawyer, set out to over-shine his brother, sitting next to him with his wife. Also in the audience was Rock Lee, who went back to the army after undergraduate school, and his fiancé, Anais, the strawberry blonde batgirl who he talked to all the way back to her dorm that night seven years and 10 months ago, began to date six years and 11 months ago, and proposed to one year and 5 months ago.

Smiling on the stage were Sakura's best friends; Ino Yamanaka, and Hinata Hyuuga. In the audience, their boyfriends, one graduated, on never gone to college, and waiting for when the loves of their lives can go home with them.

Seven years, 10 months, and a day later, Sakura Haruno and Sasuke Uchiha lie, cuddled next to each other, fingers intertwined, watching TV for the first time in seven years and 10 months. The light from the show they aren't paying attention to is the only light in the apartment; the sound fills the room.

All is right with the world, seven years and 10 months later. Neither could ask for anything else; neither desired to break the silence. The unspoken words flowed through the apartment as Sakura rested her head on his shoulder, and Sasuke kissed the top of her head.

I love you. I've loved you for longer than I was ever aware. I want nothing else than to sit with you, to kiss you, to tell you I love you, over and over again.

You mean more to me than anything, even seven years and 10 months later.