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SasuSaku Month 2017
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Day 05- Blood, Sweat and Tears
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Title: Heal
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Summary: It’s been a rough day for Haruno Sakura, and even if there’s nothing he can do, Sasuke is tired of just watching as she destroys herself. He doesn’t want to see her hurting herself. Not anymore.
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A/N: I’m so so sorry for taking so long to post this one! It took me forever to finish and I’m not really sure if it ended the way I wanted it to end. I’m a bit insecure about this one, so please, forgive me if it turned out weird. No matter what, I hope you’ve enjoy it! Please, tell me what you think about it!
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“ SHANNAROU!!”

A characteristic, crashing sound followed her raging mantra for what was probably the 30th time since they had arrived. Huge stonewalls were falling apart around her, dust dancing with the breeze and sticking to her panting body. She was breathing hard— they could see—but it didn’t take long for the pinkette to charge yet another punch at another rock.

Haruno Sakura had been doing that for hours now, and even if her chakra levels were incredibly low, the girl showed no sign of quitting her activities that soon. She was pissed, completely taken over by frustration and disappointment as she condemned herself to use all her muscles until exhaustion.

She was punishing herself. She was irresponsibly driving herself to her own limit, and even if they wanted her to stop, neither the Uzumaki nor the Uchiha moved a finger to prevent her from breaking another rock. It would be of no use, they knew it, hence, the only thing they could do for her at that moment was watch.

All they could do was watch as she destroyed herself.

But just watching never did either of them any good. Especially not when it was clear that she needed help.

“ For how long does she usually stay like this?” His voice was low when he asked that question, his eyes not leaving the girl for a single moment as she was still destroying rocks. Sasuke had his hand hidden inside his pocket, and he rested his back against the trunk of a tree that stood some good meters away from her. His expression was as stoic as always, but his best friend knew better than to simply assume he didn’t care about the rosette.

Sasuke was worried about her. They both were, but unlike the raven haired boy, Naruto had seen her like that before. He had already seen that side of hers, and for having already tried everything he knew to make her feel better, the blond knew leaving her alone was the only thing that truly worked.

Even if it took him some time to get used to that idea, eventually, Naruto understood that there was nothing he could do for her.

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