note: i got this idea while listening to The Fray 's 'you found me' and well, i went with it. the chapters will be short and quick to the point. so, lets see how this flies -or crashes and burns

i don't own "Naruto" or any of it's characters. . .

Heartbreak.

That was with her every waking moment since her father had passed when she was twelve. Her mother, torn over the loss of her lover, drew into herself, becoming a perfect, emotionless persona, one that demanded and pushed her until she wished it had been herself that was in the accident.

It was always the same.

Everyday, in and out.

Her mother told her what to do, how to act, what to say, what was expected of her, who she was allowed to befriend, even what she wore. She had no choice, she had no freedom. Even with all the riches in her bank account, she felt as if she was a slave. She couldn't trust anyone, not the people who claimed to be her friends, not the people hired to protect her, not even her own relatives. It had gotten to the point where she only spoke to the plants she raised behind her mother's back and kept safely hidden in the attic beyond the view of every spy.

Because that's what surrounded her: countless secret spies all against her and craving her mother's approval.

What better way to receive approval than to catch her doing a wrong and correct the master's own daughter?

Because keeping plants was a wrong and her mother would be very upset if she found her daughter wasting time watering plants instead of doing something productive such as going over the accounting of their company or reviewing how their stocks were growing.

That was her life, gray, monotone, dry, void of happiness, empty, and it had just became worse.

Her mother had decided that since she had just turned twenty-one, it was time to settle down with a man who had already been pre-approved by the woman, her lawyer and half the members of the company's board.

Oh yes, he was a charmer, such a charmer he was that the prenuptial agreement was all notarized and everything, even before they had broken the news to her. What crushed her spirit the most was the date of the notarization. It was notarized three years ago last March and it was signed by the man himself, her mother and three witnesses, meaning that this whole ordeal had taken place, without her knowledge, without her presence, when she was barely eighteen.

She was exiting highschool and she had already been unknowingly engaged.

Her heart was ripped wide open, yet again.

Her mother, the one she was supposed to look up to, admire, the one person who should love her unconditionally, was the person who hurt her the most.

And now, as she stood at the top of her mother's seventy story building, the wind lashing at her long, messy pink hair, she found no reason that kept her from walking off the ledge and plummeting to her premature death. She had contemplated ending her life before, plenty of times but now it was different.

It wasn't just some harsh criticism or a disappointed lecture from her mother, it was the rest of her life.

Her mother had chosen her life partner for her, without her opinion, without her consent, she had written off her life to some man whom was faceless to her.

Now. . . now it looked like she would finally have the courage to do something for herself.

She stepped closer to the short fence that kept her a safe five feet from the ledge. She bent over the fence to see all the way down.

It was terrifyingly high.

Her heart sped up as she climbed over the small fence.

The wind was rough today.

It blew her pink hair, which would normally be tied up into a tight, neat bun, everywhere. Her clean, black clothes were crinkled with the force of the wind. And with the sun bright in the sky, it was a beautiful afternoon.

What a nice day to die. . .

Her clammy hands gripped the cool metal of the fence as she stood an inch away from open air.

This was it. No turning back now.

Besides, what life who she be turning back to?

Her eyes stung as the wind continued to blow. With her hair in her face and the tears blurring her vision, somehow it didn't seem like she was hanging right over the edge. She lifted her foot off the cement and began stepping into the empty air. Her heartbeat hammered loudly in her ear. Her body pumped blood through her veins at an alarming rate in anticipation of what was about to happen.

Good bye mother-

Suddenly, something white collided into her face, startling her, making her fall backwards over the metal fence.

Ignoring the pain of the fall, she quickly pulled the object from her face and examined it.

It was a blank sheet of paper.

How was this possible?

She was seventy stories above the ground and a paper just flew into her face?

Yeah, it was strangely windy today but how was it possible?

It seemed surreal, almost as if something didn't want her to kill herself.

She shook her head.

No.

It was just a coincidence.

She was about to toss the paper aside when her eye caught something on the back of it.

It turned out that the paper was a letter, a very, very neat letter.

The letter had no heading and no person whom it was addressed to.

It just began.

I can not do this anymore. I have tried, believe me I have tried, but I can not seem to ever do anything to make you proud. I try so hard, so hard to make you look at me with approval like you do with him but my efforts are all in vain. So, perhaps it is time that I stop trying? I am sorry, but I am not willing to do this anymore.

Your son, Sasuke.

Her eyes were glistening, threatening to release the tears not caused by the wind.

This person, this Sasuke was just like her, except he wasn't taking the easy way out and ending his life. He was strong, strong enough to say 'I've had enough'.

Oh, how she prayed everyday that those words would tumble from her mouth. Even if it were on accident, she begged for the courage to confront her mother. But he, Sasuke was willing to go against it all. He had the bravery to end it, to stand above tradition, above what was considered the norm.

What did she have? She spat at herself. The false valor of ending her life.

Coward.

She stood up on shaky legs.

This letter.

Was it a sign from a high power? Was it meant for her to find? Was she supposed to act on it? She gripped the letter in her hand and clenched her teeth with determination.

She would act.

For herself.

For this Sasuke that had unknowingly, with just a few sentences, given her the strength to finally break free.