Sakura wasn’t happy, though she should be.
She had a boyfriend and a best friend and they were both loyal to her; Sasuke was caring to her and Ino was always there for her. Ino wasn’t jealous of Sasuke and Sasuke wasn’t jealous of Ino and Sakura never had to worry about the other’s feeling when with one of them. She should be happy.
But she wasn’t because guilt clawed at her.
She liked Sasuke, but she wasn’t in love with him. When they kissed, it was nice but there wasn’t the electricity she had always expected. When his arm was around her, it felt like an arm around her, not like she was being protected. When he smiled at her, it was an empty smile, one which he forced because he wanted to care about her as much as he should, one that didn’t set off butterflies in her stomach.
He was in love with Ino and Ino was in love with him, but they were far too loyal friends to ever admit it or do anything about it. But Sakura could see it clearly and she saw no point in keeping things as they were with three unhappy people when it could be resolved.
Ino meant everything to her; she was her first friend, her best friend, nearly her blood. And it wasn’t fair to keep Sasuke when she knew it just wasn’t meant to be.
“Be happy,” she had said, smiling at the two of them and taking their hands, putting them together and ignoring their awestruck looks at her, “Be gloriously happy. Because that’ll make me happy.”