She can’t exactly remember how her morning started—it was a blur, another one—clarity broken into bits of crimson meshed with a metallic taste and a gasp for breath. She recalls a very concerned Naruto pulling her away and dark eyes that looked somewhere between somber and sympathy—it differed from the orbs that had been placated in her mind all that long ago; the image she would unconsciously see and emerge in her mind before she’d awake in the middle of the night. Those eyes that haunted her; they were gone. Someone’s screaming her name (accompanied with stop!-you’re overreacting!-you’re out of control!) and she remembers rolling her eyes because he hurt her and tried killing her and he broke her in ways that no one could even understand.
She’s sitting down now, feet against the concrete floor and eyes downcast. She won’t look up until he leaves. Unfortunately, he doesn’t.
“Sakura,” he starts, but she doesn’t let him finish. She stands, her eyes a burning viridian when they finally flicker to his, and she strides away. She can still feel the impact of his gut against her knuckles.
a snippet from burning viridian, a Sasuke/Sakura fan fiction —
