SasuSaku Headcanons

89.Linger

With the touch of a butterfly, Sasuke's fingers brushed against her soft creamy skin. Slowly, he leaned over and pressed his lips against her forehead while brushing away the strands of pink framing her face.Whispering words of hope and a future that would never come. He then stood up and turned away, walking along the cascading moonlit path.

Without turning back.

Refracted