She is selfish, she thinks.

She wants a lot of things—things he cannot give. Things he will never give.

But like the masochist that she is, she hopes, waits and expects.

And in the end, she is disappointed, hurt, and confused.

Lost.

(What should be done? This, she cannot answer.)

So, she forgives him, but does not forget. She gives, and gives, and gives. Gives what he cannot—makes up for what is missing in this twisted, warped togetherness they call a relationship.

She gives until she is sucked dry and empty, and all those unforgotten pile up, up, up.

Up, up, up covering her view of the sky.

Then, she realizes she cannot breathe once more—once again like all those countless, numerous times that she has not forgotten.

So she gets mad—angry at the world, at him, at herself.

Because she is selfish, she thinks.

And this is her downfall.

And so will it be his.

It will be theirs.

This is how she—Haruno Sakura, and he—Uchiha Sasuke, break.

Beautiful, she mumbles wryly.

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soooo. review?