While Ean tried to wrap his head around the situation, Sakura waited for him to reply. Eventually, the waiting was too much.
"I’m sorry," she said again. Then she stepped forward. Ean found himself pressed against the hallway wall. "I really wish that it wasn’t like this; that we could have at least had some fun while the illusion that it would have been okay lasted." She smiled. "Sayonara, Ean," Sakura said – and then she closed her eyes and kissed him.
It was fierce and passionate and unreserved: the kiss of a woman who was determined for her first to be memorable – and her last.
Ean was pinned against the wall and his protests were buried under Sakura’s lips – or they would have been, had he attempted to make any. Instead, for the first time in a long time, he let go of his past and lost himself in the moment.
His eyes slipped shut.
Sakura’s lips parted from his. Her own eyes drifted open. And then she did what ninjas do best: she vanished.