Spring
Original Prompt: Spring
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“How often do you come here?” he asks, softly, as he approaches her form.
Her posture stiffens, but she relaxes the next moment. She replies without turning to him, “I only come here in spring”.
Hugging her legs to her chest, she gazes over the cliff side. Sakura sits upon one of the larger rocks of the clearing, Sasuke stands beside her, glancing periodically to see if she intends to take notice of him.
“Why do you only come here during spring?” he asks, relenting to the silence.
She replies blankly, “because winter and autumn bore me, and summer does its best to ignore me?”
Sasuke smirks, “that's an odd thing to say?”
“Is it?”
He turns to her form; she wears what she wears every time he sees her here. Her tattered shorts, her bloodied singlet top with her surprisingly intact jacket. Her bottom lip is cut, her left eye; bruised.
She will always sit upon the same rock, and stare out towards the expanse beyond the cliff-side. She is here, but she is not. Her form is nearly transparent now – he can practically see through her with ease.
He is running out of time.
“I will find you,” he says, conviction in his tone, and a gaze to match.
She still does not turn to look at him, “I feel so cold,” she says, “Sasuke-kun, I...”
“I will find you, Sakura,” he repeats; his nails digging into his palm, “I wont stop looking. I promise, I will find you”.