"You’re right. You don’t deserve this."
How could someone feel so much sympathy to one who’s caused constant agony? Even when the raven never left the village. He would always deny her, undermine her, treat her like she never existed. Sure there might have been times where she truly were annoying, but it was all to get his attention. To impress him, prove her worth. And then there was the damage done when he left and so on. He still managed to treat her like a piece of trash from then on. Everything built up inside of her, and it broke her heart little by little, bit by bit.
"But it’s different when I’m standing here with you."
Irises dragged up to meet onyx coals, the area around her eyes puffy and red. Optics trembled, holding her gaze. It was true she didn’t deserve her tears, and she knew that very well. But all rational thoughts went down the drain as soon as the two were face to face. All the time she would plan what would be said and done when she had the chance to run into Sasuke. But the complete opposite would happen. It always did. Something inside of her would instantly switch, suddenly paralyzed and unsure what to do. She’d imagine herself getting physical and beating the crap out of Sasuke, letting him have it. But here she was crying, vulnerable before him.
"You’re worth the tears… because you are someone special to me."
In this world of nothingness there is only one rule that applies into any general case–sadness, in all its forms or varieties–disappointment, betrayal, loss are all part of the everyday life of an individual. The pink-haired kunoichi in front of him had experienced many forms of sadness and it was mostly because of him. In the time he had spent with Orochimaru, for instance, thoughts like this would never even cross his mind, but now, as he sow those tears form in the eyes of one of the first persons to ever like him for him.
It was all long gone, however.
"Sakura—–“
Any word died on his lips upon hearing those words. Special repeated over and over and over again in his head. What did special even mean anyway? Special would be someone whom is close to your heart, someone you look forward to seeing everyday, someone whose company you enjoy. Someone you long to–a hand reached down below for the pouch he remembered the girl had her weapons. Somewhat clumsy fingers extracted a kunai before carefully placing it in the girl’s hand. This had to stop.