Whispered Hearts

Silent bonds

A/N
This is my first ever fan fiction, let alone my first Sasuhina story. This was created with just vibes and no plot (Sorry not sorry.) So If you're looking for something short, lighthearted and fluffy, I hope you enjoy!

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Winter had finally arrived in Konoha and with it came snow. The streets were dusted in a thin layer of fresh snow, making it appear like a blank canvas. It was silent and beautiful at this time.

Hinata looked up at the velvety, moonlit sky and sighed longingly. She sniffled and wrapped her arms tighter around herself as a way to alleviate the pain. She managed to keep the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes at bay. She promised herself she wouldn't waste any more tears. This really wasn't how she envisioned she'd spend her night. Here she was on a swing, alone and upset over a boy.

She always had a feeling that Naruto would never reciprocate her love for him, but somehow she still had an ounce of hope that maybe she had a chance. Maybe he could finally see her in a different light or maybe she could win his heart.

Just maybe.

However, when she was at Ichiraku's with Naruto and Sakura, she finally concluded that she would never be the one for him. She could tell it in the way he had looked at Sakura. It was so full of love and a gentle fondness that had made her heart sink at the sight. The way they laughed together at an inside joke that would leave him clutching his stomach or the way his elbow would slightly graze her arm and his eyes would twinkle. It was like a punch to the gut.

She would never be the one to make him feel that way. She couldn't be the owner of his heart. That was reserved for someone else. Maybe she had already known this from the start, but oftentimes love and admiration can make you blind.

Feeling dejected and hurt, she had excused herself from the duo, leaving them behind and bidding them farewell. A part of her wanted Naruto to go after her and maybe convince her to stay a while longer, but that was just wishful thinking. Her presence wasn't needed, it seemed.

She understood that you can't force people to fall in love with you, nor can you help who you fall in love with, but it was still painful. She spent years yearning and chasing. Now, she was tired of waiting on a love that would never be returned.

Hinata swayed on the swing she was sitting on as the plain, white gift bag sat on her lap. The contents of which sending her a painful memory of her misfortune with love. She pulled the red scarf out from the bag, one that she had tirelessly knitted. Her original motive was to gift it to Naruto, but she saw no point in it anymore.

She felt foolish for even thinking that she could sway his affections. With a watery smile she ran her fingers across the red fabric, observing the final product. Hinata lifted the scarf in front of her to get a better look at it, the vibrant red colour of the wool brightened under the streetlights.

She heard the leaves rustle in the trees in front of her, and out of instinct she activated her byakugan. A dark figure leaped gracefully from the trees. They stepped out of the shadows and stood a few meters in front of her, face coming into view.

"Uchiha-san?" Hinata questioned, eyes widening and brows raising. She abruptly got out of her seat, mostly out of shock. She hadn't seen Sasuke in two years since the war ended and wondered why he was back.

"Hyuuga," he replied with a curt nod of his head as a greeting.

She observed his appearance. She noticed how his hair was wilder and longer, and how his attire was well worn out, displaying the hardships of his journeys. He had grown taller, too and towered over her. He looked more like a wanderer rather than an avenger that she last remembered.