Would anyone in this world choose Sakura? Choose. Choose. Love maybe too. But like, first place. Protect and love. Care and Respect. — No. Never, actually.

That's what she thought every damn night. Would she be able to truly fall in love? Falling in love. Not liking someone, is different. Being able to hug, waste her time with that person. Interweaving bonds and relapses, victories and draws.

But maybe she had found you. She even found it strange, you were everything. Handsome, intelligent, charismatic, protective. — She would be dreaming or something, wouldn't she?

You arrived very late from a mission today. Closing the door you could see the plates and glasses in the kitchen. She waited for you to eat together, but you hadn't arrived. Walking into the room, it was all dark. There was a ball curled up in the covers, you could see the pink hair escaping over the comforters.

She was sleeping. Maybe she had waited hours for you. And with no signal in the forest, you couldn't talk to her. Guilt took a little of your heart. She was so desperate for your attention, she just wanted to be truly chosen.