After I walked away from Sasuke, I sat under an oak tree located deep within a forest.

Crying.

Damn it. I don't know why, but after the outburst earlier, I felt like I needed to release it all.. the pain, the sadness, the anger..

I just had to let it all out.

Seeing him like that, brings back the memories we had when we were still Genins. When I thought that he cared. Oh how I missed the old him, but as some may say, people just change.. Like me. I changed for the better.

I know.

I vowed I would never waste a single tear for him again, but this isn't for him. It's for me. I am crying for myself because I know that deep inside, I still lack something that I need to truly move on the road I chose to take. I lack something, I need to hide away all my weaknesses.

But enough with my foolishness. I just have to do this.

I have to conceal my emotions to everyone. Especially now that Madara put me under some kind of jutsu of his that will make me turn against my own village. No. I am not going to tell this to shishou. I will prove them that I can handle this with or without their help. I can do this on my own. I am strong enough to stand on my own feet..

I can get out of this... Hopefully still alive.

"Sakura.." I snapped my head to the right and saw none other than Sasuke standing there with a dead serious face. I rolled my eyes. "Go away." I said and stood up while wipping away some stray tears. I glared at him. The number one person who thinks I'm a nobody in this world. I turned on my heel. As I was about to walk away, I stopped when I heard him say something that is quite un-Sasuke like...

"I'm sorry."

Is this a dream? The last time I checked, Sasuke Uchiha never says sorry to anybody.

"For what?"

I heard him sigh. "For everything I did."

Is he really being this consistent of annoying me today? "You don't need to be." I nonchalantly said and took a few steps onwards before he replied. "I'm not giving up on you.." my eyes widened as my hands started to shake.

"Why?" I demanded. Clearly, this isn't like him.

I then felt strong arms wrap me from behind. The wind blew stronger, making my pink locks sway along with the cold night breeze.

"Because I don't want to.."

Heh. I smirked at him. So, he has some kind of affection for me now, huh? Well, I have only one thing to say,

"Good luck."

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