At one point in time Shimura Sakura was just like every other girl her age; she was in love with the idea of love.
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"Their is always a before story to every messed up person," Monatoned a pinkett as she recalled her Mama's memory, "and mine ended with a twist, but it all started off with a naive dream of an incident child."
Her team froze at her odd words; Uchiha Sasuke seemed to rethink his earlier comment about her being a monster. Maybe, just maybe, their was hope for the dead girl and so they listened.
"I became a ninja to find someone, but I continued to be a ninja to kill someone. The harsh truth of life is, people always stray from the path they first choose."
Then she stopped talking.
"What!" Naruto screamed in outrage, "That's it Sakura-san! If you're going to start a story you need to finish it! Believe it!"
The pinkett's gaze traveled to the sky, "But that's not reality Naruto. No human, no matter how perfect, ever finishes what they start-- just like her."
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Not until she lost the ability to love did she truly understand what love really was.
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
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