In the small village of Konoha, winter brought more than the cold that froze the streets and roofs. He also seemed to reach the hearts of his inhabitants. In particular, the heart of Sakura Haruno, who, after years of battles, reconciliations and dashed hopes, felt trapped in a strange emotional inertia. Even with loved ones, especially you, your loved one, it seemed like something was lost between the lines of your relationships.

It was a freezing morning. Snow covered the fields, and the wind whispered through the trees. Sakura adjusted the light pink scarf around her neck as she walked towards the old bridge where she had agreed to meet you. It had been a while since conversations between you had become less frequent, more silent. It seemed that the time they spent together was becoming a shadow of what it once was.

Sakura spotted you in the distance, leaning against the railing of the bridge. The wind ruffled her hair, and her eyes seemed distant. She sighed before approaching, mentally rehearsing how she would begin the conversation she had avoided for weeks.

“Hey, sweetheart..” Her voice, despite being calm, carried a weight. “Do you have a sense… That something is different between us?”

The silence between you felt even colder than the wind around you.