[BOOK 2 OF THE SHARING SERIES]Once, two girls were sharing one life. Their existences turned into one, and as the lines blurred and the beginning of one life merged with the other, the girls found a way to fix their problem. They went their separate...
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𝓜𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 have changed since that day. The feeling of betrayal, the anger, and the yearning for a start.
Haruno Sakura was once a childish little girl. She remembers the laughs, the sugar-glazed cakes of her father, and the taste of fresh strawberries that still somehow reemerges at the tip of her tongue every time she basks in the sun and looks at the changing forms of the clouds in the sky.
Then, she met with her team for the first time and became a kunoichi of the Leaf, a civilian shinobi. Still, she never let that deter her and instead clung to the light, looking at things with a rational yet positive approach, loving with all her might, and caring with all her love. She remembers the laughs, the splashes of ramen broth, and the soft touch of his lips.
But somewhere along the way, everything's turned to dust, and Sakura doesn't even know who to blame. It would be easy to point fingers. Hana turned her life upside down by taking control of her body and making decisions without a care about the repercussions in Sakura's life; Sasuke toyed with Sakura's feelings, making her believe he cared for her, only to leave her behind after almost killing Naruto; and Sakura put her trust in them, let them use her for the wrong reasons. She needed to be loved so much.
Sometimes, she wonders what happened to her old self. If she vanished to never come back or if there's still hope, somewhere, someday, for her.
She takes a sip of sake and observes her already-drunk sensei through a lock of pink hair. The blonde's pigtails are falling on each side of her generous breasts, her cheeks are red, just like the tip of her nose, and her eyes, half-closed, don't seem to register anything anymore. And yet, Sakura knows not to be fooled by that look.
"Drink," the woman orders, eyes still not quite looking at anything. "I won't let you waste good sake."
Sakura shakes her head but drinks down her cup anyway. Then, she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and leans forward on her elbows, the table tilting a bit toward her under the additional weight.
"Tsunade-sama. You wanted to talk to me."
Her sensei slams her hands on the table, and the bottle of sake wobbles dangerously. Sakura sinks in her seat when she feels curious looks burning the side of her face.
"You're no fun, really. I should have chosen Yamanaka. She may be talentless, but at least she knows how to have fun."
