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SASUSAKU month ( 2017 ) … “lights out, words gone” 

Late at night, when the lights are out, she waits for him.  And when he comes back, no words are spoken because none was ever needed.  

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“Naruto, give Sakura a message for me. Tell her, I’m sorry for everything.” And with that, the Uchiha disappeared, leaving his best friends’ clone sitting at the edge of the rock, alone, not wanting to hear the blonde’s answer.

His own guilt was now enough to tug on his heartstrings, he did not need more hurt added to the mess. Sasuke tried to stop his thoughts, bud vivid images were already being flashed in front of his sole red eye.

His wife Sakura, with messy pink hair and flushed cheeks accepting his improvised proposal after a day of hard manual work on a new bridge outside the villiage during their travels. Sasuke always wished he would’ve done something more romantic to please her ever giving heart, but Sakura assured him he was all she wanted.
Flash.
The same woman, now ponytail slightly longer but eyes filled with the never ending love at a small chapel in the middle of the woods where they were bound by marriage. Sasuke always believed she deserved better, a proper ceremony attended by family and friends, but she kissed his forhead when they were tangled up in sheets and told him not to worry, that she was bursting with happiness right now and didn’t need anything else. 
Flash.
Sakura Uchiha covered in sweat and with tears welling up in her eyes, tiredly but proudly presenting him their firstborn daughter. And then, the baby’s face, all red and crumpled but masmerazing notherless. Sarada’s little fluff of black hair as he stroked her head, too gentle and afraid that this beautiful creature will disappear if he touches too hard. Then his attention turned back to Sakura as he thanked her with tears starting to blurr his vision. They all cried that day, Sasuke remembers.
Flash.

He refused to see more. The rest were the first two years of their simple family life, with him raising money by short missions, Sakura working only part-time at the hospital and Sarada being the center of their universe, where everything revolved around her like the planets do around the sun. It was painful to recall, because little did he know at that time, that few weeks after their baby took her first steps, he will be searching one of these revolving planets for answers.

As he was parting with his family, Sarada did not understand yet. She was used to seeing him leave. But she was not yet familiar with the shaking voice of her mama when she bid papa farewell. Sasuke remembers giving his family the strongest, tightest hug, still not to crush their little baby bean between them but still powerful enough to imprint Sakura’s scent on his clothes and into his mind. Then, he released them, kissed his wife one last time on the lips and turned his back to them, running as fast as possible to shorten the angst of parting for the both of them. Sasuke remembers, oh how he remembers when his tears mixed with Sakura’s at the collar of his cloak. He did not bother to wipe them away, as the wind surrounding him would do so sooner or later anyway.

Sasuke was glad he was able to get away from Naruto so fast, as staying near reminder of what awaits him bavk in the villiage would only prolong his inner agony. Feeling his left cheek hot with tear once again, he didn’t try to get rid of the materilized sadness. After checking the surroundings, Sasuke sat down on the foreign ground in the another world with face resting in hands. And he was grateful to his beloved wife once more, for teaching him that tears were nothing to be ashamed of, especially when shed for his loved ones.

Gritting his teeth, he longed to see his family again. Aadly, for now, faith had different plans.

dezmari:

SasuSaku Month 2017
Day 11: Shelter from the Rain

Sasuke silently cursed the rain and its inopportune timing.
They were two hours away from the next village and were forced to take shelter
from the rain in a nearby cave. Cave wasn’t what he would call it either, there
was barely any room, not enough space so he could walk away to avoid a very
awkward conversation.

“That kiss…” Sakura starts, no hint of nervousness on her
voice. “it was a mistake.” She finished and Sasuke turned to stare at her.

“What?” He asked not knowing exactly how to reply to her words.

“We were drunk, and I don’t want you to think I take it as
anything more than what it was.” He’s about to open his mouth to object, this
isn’t how he expected the conversation to go. The old him would have rejoiced
in her dismissal, this him, was somewhat hurt. “We aren’t ready.” She spoke
before he could say anything.

There was nothing he could say then. He knew he wanted a
life with her, he knew she wanted a life with him. When he looked toward the
future the only things that were certain were Sakura and Naruto, the rest was
blurry and unprecise. His sins were still heavy on his shoulders.

When he opened his mouth again to speak, to tell her she was
wrong. They were ready, he was ready.
He couldn’t, the words wouldn’t come out. He was afraid, still afraid of
opening himself to love, of losing it again.