Title: Promise
Theme: 23. Burning city
Summary: There was nothing left of their home, just the ashes at the tip of her tongue.
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She could taste the heat on her lips, scalding her skin. Smoke clogged her nose, blinded her eyes, and she relied entirely on her sense of feel to escape the fire.
He shouldn't have done this.
Nothing was enough for him. Even with all the advances he had, the power he gained, it just wasn't enough.
(and a small part of her cried, defeated, I wasn't enough. But then again, she never was in the first place.)
Sasuke must be somewhere behind her, still burning down their home. Her home. He abandoned it when he had cast the first spell.
The flames were nearly everywhere now. Rubble stuck out in ungainly piles, causing her to trip and bruise as she tried to make her way out.
She hated him. There were children crying somewhere, a wife wailing for her husband, a man cursing the sky. There had been a dog barking somewhere before, but his voice stopped long ago.
Maybe, she gave a bitter smile, Sasuke killed him. He always liked cats better.
The smoke was addling her brain because now she felt like laughing and she still hadn't found a safe place yet.
One might no longer exist in this world.
"Sakura," the wind whispered. It sounded like his voice. It sounded like a promise.
She felt like crying now, because his eyes were red and his skin covered with dark tattoos when he started the rampage. The ink grew and his skin was darker and he was not Sasuke anymore.
He was a demon and she should have set up better barriers. She should have stopped him. Should have done something to save him.
(He trusted her, didn't he? He trusted her to do this one simple task and she failed.)
And now the demon was eating away at his mind, destroying all traces of her Sasuke. Of his soft smiles and gentle touches and cold stares.
"Sakura," the wind whispered once more.
"I know," she replied. "I'm coming."
Hopefully, it wasn't too late.
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