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DAY ONE: Rooftop Confession
It is dark on the outskirts of Amegakure. The new moon reflects nothing tonight and Sasuke sits on a rooftop alone. The stars are distant and cold companions, but they’re the only thing Sasuke has at this time.
His resolve is shaking. Sasuke is an adult, and his resolve is shaking. Admittedly, he never imagined he would make it to eighteen, much less nineteen years old now. Ever since vengeance took root deep in his heart, Sasuke assumed he’d die at the hands of his brother long before he became a man.
Now, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Sasuke has carried stacks of letters from Konoha for months now, leaving his satchel a disorganized mess. No one else is around to see Sasuke as he unfolds the first of many letters he's kept hidden.
The crisp sound of paper folding cuts through the silence, a testament to his resolve finally wavering. For years now, Sasuke has wandered like a shadow among shadows, seeking redemption and a peace that eludes him. Sasuke walks and walks until he’s found towns and people far enough away from Konoha, some places where the memories don’t cling to him like dust and the pain doesn’t sting with every thought. Yet tonight, the barrier he's built around his still-healing heart is chipped, battered, and bruised.
Sasuke's avoided any tether to his past life, believing distance and time would be the salve he needed. But as he sits under the star-studded sky, Sasuke can't escape the truth: he is alone, with only the darkest night and the stars there to see him indulge in Sakura’s letters to him.
Each letter from her is a window into a world he's kept at bay, Sakura’s handwriting a familiar comfort that he didn't realize he missed until now. The first letter is from two summers ago, back when Sasuke left Sakura with a simple caress and a promise to return to her. Her words are hesitant, the ink slightly smudged, as if Sakura's own uncertainty transferred onto the page. Sasuke's fingers trace Sakura’s sloping handwriting, landing on a sentence that should be nothing but lands like a punch to his gut.
‘The village feels different without you, Sasuke-kun.’
He moves on to the next letter, a cheery note from early summer. Her favorite sweets shop has opened a second location close to her parents’ house. ‘I’ll have an excuse to visit them more often now,’ she tells him. Sasuke remembers Sakura telling him she was finally moving out of her childhood home, finding her bedroom too stifling and claustrophobic after witnessing the horrors of war. He was still in the hospital then, too exhausted to say or do anything beyond a simple nod. His heart beats differently at that memory, sputtering and pathetic. Sasuke tries to lie to himself, tries to not think about what that may mean.
Sakura’s next letter was sent around the end of July, celebrating his birthday. The envelope came alongside a stack of other congratulations from Konoha, but hers is the only letter that remains. Sasuke moves through the letters, reading along as Sakura's voice tells him everything he’s been missing in Konoha. Kakashi sensei got another cat and Naruto proposed to the Hyuga girl. Shikamaru is going back and forth between Konoha and Suna, and Sakura thinks it’s all an excuse for Nara to get paid to see his girlfriend. Sakura tried teaching at the Academy with Aburame, but her temper got the better of her. Now she only attends special lectures. Through her eyes, he sees the village anew, feels the pulse of its spirit. And amidst it all, Sakura's unspoken feelings shimmer through in small lines:
‘You know I miss you.’
‘I’ll save you a seat at the wedding!’
‘I’ll show you when you come back.’
‘He doesn’t get that you would hate that.’
‘I wish you were right here.’
The final letter rests in his hands, heavier than the others, as if Sakura poured every unspoken word, every hidden emotion into it. Sasuke’s held onto the envelope for two days before finally tearing it open. In her letter, Sakura tells him she isn’t sleeping well; her mind is too pensive as Naruto’s wedding nears. Going to Hinata’s fittings and fighting with Ino about wedding gifts has made her heart heavy. Sakura writes about all the times she’s been burned, all the times she’s trained herself to push pain aside with a smile. She’s proud of how strong she is now, but Sakura has a hard time looking in the mirror when she knows she’s left so many things unsaid. Her confession to him is simple, yet it holds the power of a thousand words:
‘For whatever it’s worth, I still love you.’
Sasuke looks up at the sky. In this moment of clarity, he can’t lie to himself anymore. He knows that a single word from Sakura was all it ever would have taken to bring him running back to Konoha. She just needed to say the word and Sasuke would take his place at her side. All she had to do was ask. This single confession from her was enough to wreck all his plans. Sasuke knows he won’t make it to Sakura’s side in time to enjoy her company at Naruto’s wedding, but he has a simple solution.
Surrounded only by the midnight sky and the road he’s taking, Sasuke’s head tilts high up in the clouds. With his mind changed and the path forward redrawn, he calls on one of his hawks and pulls out a small piece of parchment for the first time.
THE END.