Standoff

Prologue

                          Sakura

"I don't want you here", the words were sour on my tongue. Of course I wanted him here.
  "Sakura please," his broken voice made me want to drop to my knees and accept him back into my life. I couldn't do that so I did the next best thing, I closed my eyes and I pictured him, my childhood friend, my shoulder to cry on, my lover.
  I thought of all the great times we had. He was there for me throughout my parents divorce. He picked me up when I fell and he hugged me when I felt broken.
  He fixed me.
I then allowed the images of last night to creep into my mind. I fought the bike that crept into my bones and let the images of her flash before my eyes. His groans seemed to echo in my mind. I swallowed past the lump in my throat as I remembered how her crimson hair fanned out on his pillow.
  He broke me.
"Get out of my house Sasori", the words are bitter on my tongue and the tears that once clouded my eyes disappeared. He betrayed me.
I watch his face fall and I know I have done the right thing. I've protected myself in the long run. He lowers his head and his rich red hair falls, hiding his chocolate eyes. "If you wish Sakura."
  He turned and walked out of my home, though it didn't feel much of a home without him there.