"My dear, you were just a puppet to me all along, I've never had any feelings for you- Puppets are merely tools for their masters, who control their strings and give life to them." My expression never faltered whilst I said that. But the slightest tinge of hurt dashed across my face when I uttered the next few words- "We're over." I turned on my heel and left, not even bothering to look back. I've done this a dozen times before, but why does it feel different now?
Oh right, I still love her.
A Sasori- OC story, featuring the Akatsuki. He's a delinquent and she's a hot headed painter. What would happen if you mixed the two together and added sticks of dynamite and a gang of rowdy college students? Read and find out in my fanfiction- Strings.