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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters. I also do not own the song Sober by Kelly Clarkson. I made this story up.

Author Note: 'lyrics'

Three Months

'And I don't know
This could break my heart or save me
Nothing's real
Until you let go completely
So here I go with all my thoughts I've been saving
So here I go with all my fears weighing on me'

Sakura Haruno sat down on the bench across from him. She looked down at the flower in her hands and fingered the petals. She rather be looking at the flower than at him. She felt tears burn her eyes but she refused to cry.

"How are you today Sasuke-kun?" she asked.

'Three months and I'm still sober
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers'

There was no answer. She hadn't expected one.

'But I Know its never really over
And I don't know
I could crash and burn but maybe
At the end of this road
I might catch a glimpse of me'

It was quiet for a couple minutes. Sakura tore the petals off the flower one by one, letting them go and watching them blow away.

"You know Naruto is going to become Hokage soon."

.....

Still nothing

'So I won't worry about my timing
I want to get it right
No comparing, second guessing
No, not this time'

"I'm doing good," she told him, "so is Kakashi and the rest of our friends."

Quiet as usual

'Three months and I'm still breathing
Been a long road since those hands I left my tears in
But I know
It's never really over
No
Wake Up'

They all miss you, especially Naruto." She gave him a sad smile.

'Three months and I'm still standing here
Three months and I'm getting better
Yeah'

"I miss you a lot too," she whispered.

'Three months and I still am'

Sakura stood up and placed the flower that still had some petals hanging to it next to the headstone that had the Uchiha fan on it and above it the words Sasuke Uchiha.

'Three months and it's still harder now'

"I'll visit again soon, "she told him and then whispered, "I still love you."

'Three months and I've been living here without you now'

Sakura turned around and started walking out of the graveyard. Three tears trailed down her cheeks.

'Three months...'

She didn't wipe them away though. Those tears stood for the three months that he had been gone. He had been killed on a mission.

'Three months'

Three very long months

'Three months and I'm still breathing
Three months and I still remember it
Three months and I wake up'

She missed him so much but she carried on. That's what he would of wanted her to do. She carried on for him.

She loved him so much and always would.

'Three months and I'm still sober
Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers'