Hi! I know I haven't updated a chapter in very long. The problem is that my mind is very preoccupied with schoolwork, my future plans, as well as the near future plans. Another thing is that I haven't actually been inspired very much yet. The reason for this shortie is the inspiration: "A Thousand Years" by Christina Perri. She and her friend wrote the song for Twilight, but to me it signifies Naruhina so well. Well, I couldn't resist the temptation to write since I haven't for so long. So, enjoy!

Disclaimer: The world of Naruto and its characters do not belong to me.

Hinata sniffled and tried to muffle her desperate sobs into a T-shirt. Looking at it closely, it was a birthday present that Hinata picked out when he asked what she wanted. It smelled of him. Hugging it close to her bosom, she felt her tears stream down and the lump in her throat intensify.

Every so often, she would try to emerge from the river she was drowning in by taking a few shaky breaths. And every so often, she would think back to her beloved, her one love, her Naruto.

Maybe everybody was right. The shy glances she always sent with packets of love never really reached him. Her body shook with the impact of her thoughts. But she had always loved him, so much. So much till it destroyed her.

Why? That was always the question. Why? Why did he ask her out? He always seemed to divert his attention to Sakura. So why? Was it a way to forget Sakura? Hinata had heard rumors that Sakura rejected Naruto, but that was always the case. Thinking back, it was odd how that was the piece of meat that the gossip queens clung to.

She wanted to wail with all her might. She wanted to shake her now ex-boyfriend and question his words. 'Was it all a lie?' sprang to her head. Letting her inhibitions go, she cried in a way unexpected of the Hyuuga heiress.

Loud, heartwrenching bawling came from her cracked lips. Her snot was flowing down in an unsightly way. Eyes, puffed and red were visible signs of her despair. But, Hinata didn't care.

Naruto, the one she pined over for years and finally thought captured his heart, wanted nothing to do with her. Her ugly crying was but a portion of how she felt. Hinata wanted to hide, to disappear in a tucked sleeve of the world, forgotten.

She didn't know what she did wrong. It was a beautiful night when he broke up with her. She was getting ready for their date. "A big night," he called it. Hinata smiled bitterly at that thought.

"He didn't even break up with me to my face! H-he didn't-didn't...e-eve-even," she collapsed into another round of sobs. That little voice of insecurity Naruto helped got rid of came back.

'Didn't care, didn't care. He never cared'. She feebly tried to prove it wrong.

'If he didn't care, why did he treat me so well?' She frowned sadly.

'Because he just didn't care enough to love you.'

By this time, Hinata was already curled up in the fetal position, hiding herself from any more harm that could possibly be inflicted. Her horrid sobs shriveled down to an occasional sniffle. Her hair stuck to her drying tearstained cheeks.

She reached for a tissue from her bedstand and shamefully wiped her runny nose. She thought back to all the events that led up to her breakdown.

Hinata was in her pajamas, picking out a dress. Since Naruto said it was special, she wanted to wear something pretty to show off. In the middle of deciding, she didn't pick up the ringing phone, assuming it was a telemarketer.

But, then she heard a click and Naruto's voice started to speak. Turning around, she started to run to the phone. But something in his voice stopped her. And she heard it. She heard the line a person in love didn't want to hear.

"I want to break up."

She was so in shock that she didn't hear what happened next. She dropped down on the bed heavily and stared at a silver dress she was contemplating on. Before, she thought that the dress's sparkles made it the prettiest thing in the world.

But now, she felt angry. It was as if it was mocking her. There was no one she could wear it for now. With force, she picked up all the dresses on her bed and threw them in her closet, closing its door so she wouldn't see them.

Huffing wildly, she felt the urge to spar. However, she happened to look down. On the floor, was a faded black T-shirt with a orange Konoha symbol on the front. Slowly, she felt her anger power down, and her anguish hit her full force. Her eyes started brimming with tears and she grasped the shirt and flung herself at the bed.

Truth be told, that was only a good forty minutes ago. She now resigned herself to lying under her bedsheets and staring blankly at the ceiling.

A thought suddenly struck her, a thought so hurtful that she didn't know if she was to deny it furiously or accept it quietly.

If Naruto were to break up in front of her face, she knew that besides questioning him, she would be begging him. She would be begging him to stay, and she would crying. And that she would always love him, forever and always. She hated herself for that.

She hated her weakness, that even if Naruto would never love her, she would devote all of her heart to him. And with that, she cried herself softly to sleep.

I thought I was going to end this as a one shot, but...I decide against it. I will give Naruto's side as well, and maybe a solution to all this madness. Hopefully, it'll be soon.