Normally, he would not do this. Pay attention to the things around him. He would solely listen to the things that told his heart to be stuck in one place. Not moving forward was what he knew. He had learned it from his father who could not choose his family over his own blindness. Not until the day he died.
Sasuke raised his hand to cover his eyes. Even though no one was around, he did not want anyone to see his pained expression. There was no way anybody would ever see him like this. There was just no way.
He found it amusing that he would never be freed from this feeling. This feeling, making him believe he was choking, longing for air. This feeling, keeping him bound to the ground, his new normal. But at the same time he was not surprised, knowing what he did to be freed. There was just no way anyone would ever allow him to be freed. He was alone. Since the day he was left behind, he was alone. Stranded, but clearly, it did not tear him apart. There was just nothing left to be torn apart.
Smirking at his thoughts as they once again creeped into his head, keeping him awake, keeping him from peace. When he was a child, his brother once said that time does not heal any wounds, it just makes it easier to live with the scars. To think that the one causing all this war inside of him was his brother, to think the one left living with the scars was not his brother, but Sasuke. I am the one stuck in time, he thought looking up to the sky.
He stood there, breathing, listening to sounds around him. Feeling the cold, making it almost unbearable to stay. But he stayed anyway. Like every time, he prepared himself to feel what he had felt since the day he was left behind. Again, prepared to be confronted with the faces of anger and loneliness. The heavy air paralyzed his lungs as he breathed in. Tightness formed around his chest, the cold burning under his skin. Afraid to move, scared to open his eyes, even though he knew the feeling as he had felt it before. He clenched his fists, trying to forget. Trying only to listen to the sound of his breathing. Trying to calm himself, he stood there, listening closely.
He opened his eyes, ready to be taken over by grief, guilt and agony, waiting for the cold fury to turn him inside out. He opened his eyes, as he caught sight of the night sky changing into dawn. He watched the sun. The dancing queen took over the sky and pulled the dark world like a blanket to its chin. He stood there, breathing, as everything he had ever felt before vanished in an instant. He was left with nothing to be torn apart, nothing to feel guilty about. And there was nothing left. Nothing but him.
This time, he was alone. But this time, being alone was how it should have been.
