Blood. There was so much blood, and all she could do was stand there. The once active Sakura Haruno could do nothing but watch. She was paralyzed, her mind refusing to believe what she was seeing.

Hinata's beautiful black hair, the one that Sakura loved to play with so much, was no longer the glossy color it once was. It's shining shade was gone, replaced with dirty, dark hair, stained with blood.

Her bright, shining eyes had lost their gleam, the playful, shy look gone. In its place was a dull dark set of lilac eyes that Sakura could barely recognize. The kind violet eyes that always comforted her were empty and lonely.

Shino, the normally stoic, silent, boy that Sakura found unbreakable, was standing off to the side, watching quietly, But although his actions gave away no signs of pain, his glasses were thrown to the side after fighting, and his eyes betrayed his sorrow.

And Naruto, the once happy, go-lucky boy who always smiled through the worst times, was proving that there was only so much that even someone like him could handle. His hunched over back trembled and heaved with each sob as he screamed her name.

How did it come to this? Sakura asked herself, fighting back tears. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Naruto and Hinata were supposed to be together forever, and everyone else would tease them about how cute they were.

But those days were over, and Naruto was sobbing all alone over Hinata. Hinata's dead body. When Sakura looked back on this day, She realized that this moment was the moment when the Konoha 12, the strong group of friends, started to fall apart.

And it was her fault. It was all her fault.