Happy | A SasuSaku 4-Part FanFic

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Life seemed to go on like the usual after Sakura's recent blogpost, despite the pang in his chest.

Thankfully, they didn't cross paths in the studio, in the management's office, nor anywhere else. And he wanted to keep it that way.

Besides, how else could he extinguish the fire in his heart if he's exposed to the one that ignites it?

But then, in a few weeks time, he would have to see her again. Although he could opt to make up excuses in attending the upcoming Konoha Star Awards, he just couldn't figure out anything to say and he knew he shouldn't lie to his manager who knew him so well.

He didn't know what to do. As the said event was fast approaching, his internal turmoil kept on increasing.

For he wasn't sure if he was ready to see Sakura again, clinging into the arms of her official boyfriend, and smiling ever so genuinely at him with a chemistry that is beyond a mere onscreen dimension.

He wasn't prepared to face the new normalcy, wherein another man would be standing on what used to be his place for the past four consecutive years.

And he wasn't looking forward to the ambush interviews that would come his way for they would be in the same venue for the first time since her announcement that she now has a boyfriend, one that was not him.

Despite the curiosity of his fans as to who he would bring to the event, he didn't even bother finding a date. He didn't want another talk of the town to arise once he appeared at the red carpet with another woman holding his hand, for he was sure that being there on his own was already something the fans would ramble about in itself.

After all, there's only one woman whose hand fit in his like a puzzle piece.

If her open letter was merely a hoax, and the arrangements to cut the ties between SasuSaku didn't happen, he would surely be in front of her doorstep an hour before the event just like the past years, waiting for her to open the door and reveal her dazzling self in a gown that emphasizes her natural curves and enhances her beautiful face.

But no, he had to face the truth that it was already the endgame for SasuSaku, so that wouldn't happen anymore.

He stared at the mirror while he fixed his black bow tie. This year, he didn't need to worry about matching the color of his suit or tie with her dress. But it was only in pretense that he wasn't bothered about it, for without preamble, her face entered his head once again.

"I'm ready, Sasu—!" There was a long pause as widened green eyes stared back at him by the doorframe. Sakura swallowed thickly, looked away, and then pouted in that adorable way that Sasuke remembered. "That's so unfair!"

He raised an eyebrow in question.

"You can't just come here looking so damn good and make me look like a little rotten peanut beside a humanized angel!" She crossed her arms, causing the off-the-shoulder lace top of her gown to slightly rise in disarray.

"You don't have to use a lot of words just to say I look handsome, Sakura." Sasuke grinned in amusement, reaching out to straighten the said part of her top against her shoulders just a tad below her shoulder blades. "Also, you're not a little rotten peanut. You're a flower. And flowers are blooming." He then turned his back and smirked, slightly catching a glimpse of her reddened cheeks and widened eyes before he walked towards his car.

"I...uh...h-hey! You don't have to use a lot of words just to say I look beautiful, Sasuke!"

He tipped his head over his shoulder and snorted when he saw her smirk right back at him, but with her cheeks still pink from the compliment. "Hn. Let's go."