A/N: I don't know where this came from, I just thought of it one day. If Tenten and Neji were to die, I don't think Lee could handle it, especially if he thought it was his fault. Enjoy!
If I could call you a liar, I would. But I can't. You never lied to me. You just never told me everything. All your words, your countless repeatings gave me hope, they gave me strength. You told me to believe in youth. That I could do what ever I wanted if I just believed. You told me youth heals, youth makes smiles, youth makes strength, youth brings love. You were right, I cant lie… but you failed to mention how youth has a limit, youth can end. You never told me that youth could die.
I can't hide anymore, cant stay like a frightened child seeking refuge under a blanket believing that if I cant see it, its not there. I denied its truth, and I lied to myself…and I believed. Through the funeral I avoided the eyes of those seeking to comfort me, I told myself it wasn't their names being read by the priest. It wasn't until I was on their graves, reading their names in the stone that I knew I couldn't run from the truth anymore. They were really gone. I would never see them again. Never see her smile, and laugh with her, joke with her. Never would I try and bring a smile to his deceivingly heartless lips, or edge him to try to branch out. The seemingly endless youth had truly died
Why couldn't I be taken to, why am I cursed to stay behind. I didn't look back. I trained my whole life, and it paid off and I saved my life in the heat of danger. But had I looked back I could have done something. And even if I wasn't able to help, that this was destined to happen I could have at least known. I tried to help them. Knowing at only their wails did I turn, turn to see them being pulled down. Their hands reaching out for me, their eyes pleading for me to help them, save them from the hell they were being pulled to. Only for them to see me, hopelessly watching them from a distance, watching them suffer. And to know that the last thing they saw in their eyes was my face desperately begging for forgiveness as I watched them meet their gruesome end. I let the youth die
So, as you continue to preach youth to the generations to come. Think of me. Think of why I turned in headband, my title, my dream because I couldn't face having a new team. Think of why I had to do this. Think of why as you read this letter, your tears will most likely mix with mine down the page. And think, please think, that while youth can bring happiness all things happy have to end. And even youth has to die.
I ask you, as my final wish as I am not here to say it myself. Burry me with them. So I can see them again and hope that in time they will forgive me and know that I wanted to help them, and I couldn't wait any longer to see them, which is why I cheated the fates and ended the youth.
Your pupil and friend
Rock Lee
A/N: I hope you like it… keep the tissues coming! And review!