Hi everyone! Welcome to my garden. Unlike most gardens, you won't find it filled with flowers or butterflies. Instead, you'll find one-shots and shot-stories based off of my longer fics along with chapters that were deleted from my longer fics.
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🌸Before you Read🌸
🌸Yes...this is truly Sakura's backstory. No, it will not spoil anything when I get to her book as it doesn't bother her/is a big deal in the canon stories. I just made it a big deal here because of plot reasons for this short fic.
🌸Enjoy!
🌸The Last Dance🌸
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I didn't even make it to the bathroom when I reached the hallway. The tears had already started to fall so much that I could feel my make-up starting to smear. Luckily, no one seemed to be in the back hallway that I could just let myself go. Before I could even turn into the bathroom, I saw a door that led outside.
As horrible of a host I would've been to leave my own party, that was exactly what I did.
No one was outside, and the only thing I was greeted with was the dark night sky. I tried wiping away the tears that were clinging onto my face, but it didn't work. My legs eventually gave out from underneath me, and I pulled my legs into my chest, burying my head into my knees.
Moments after my head hit my knees, I could feel the pools of tears collecting on my dress. I needed to stop. I spent hours making sure everything was perfect. No matter how hard I tried to stop, the tears kept smearing my mascara and eyeliner. My fingers tried pushing the tears away, but it was no use saving the make-up as I could already feel the coats of it had washed away, creating ridges between my skin and the foundation and powder that was holding on.
If only I had just not said anything to that girl. If only I had just left my phone at home.
If only I wasn't born.
I sucked in as much air as I could when that thought came into my mind. Those words the woman slurred on the phone were ringing in my head. She's gone beecause of you! Everything is ruined beecause of you! You were the biggest misstake everr. As much as I had never thought about it, she was right. Things would've been much better if I wasn't born.
Why? Because they weren't expecting to have me, at least, not on the day that they had me. My biological parents rushed to the hospital that day. It was nothing out of the ordinary, except that it was abnormally cold that day. Winter decided to stay a bit longer, and the night before was especially cruel as it had snowed and hailed, but they must not have put that in account as they drove.
