Never Regret

Summary: …And that hurts more than anything. Because what's been done is done. One-shot / Implied sasunaru

Disclaimer: the characters of 'Naruto' belong to Kishimoto Masashi


There is a woman sobbing, her voice distant as she pleads with for you to listen. Her hair is pale in the feeble sunlight. The colour of washed out blood. You don't look at her again.

You just stare blankly ahead with dark dead eyes. Unwilling and disbelieving that someone so bright could die… And you stand unhearing, unseeing, unfeeling, unheeding to everything around you other than the object that has narrowed your already tilted world dizzyingly to just that one thing, as if it has captured and consumed your entire blackened soul.

Your pale hands, numb from the freezing rain clutch the thin stem of the flower tightly (a rose, in full bloom, soft petals pure as blood) until your knuckles strain white. And the cruel thorns pierce you frozen flesh unforgiving, and the shade red (as rich and deep as the rose) blossoms and unfurls, trailing down the prickly stem.

The diluted blood mingles with the steady drizzle of the rain where it disperses in the raindrops like smoke and disappears.

As you step forward to release the rose dripping colour from its fragile petals, the rain has loosened the thin white gold band worn around your slender fingers. All is utterly quiet, even the lamenting of the woman-child behind you has stopped, except the sound of dreary shower of rain. And together, the ring and the rose fall gently and slowly, landing gracefully on that polished ebony surface that you dread and makes you sick to the stomach.

That striking vibrant crimson of the rose and the ring now coated with blood stands out painfully sharp against the stark, gleaming black they rest upon.

You want to look away, but you find that you cannot. Because you have eyes for him, only him, always him…and you never want to look away. You want to cry, but you find that those painful burning tears won't make it past your eyes. You want to screamlaughcrygrieve – anything!

But you find that you cannot. And that hurts more than anything. Even more than the agonizing loss of my presence that you find so comforting. Because what's been done is done. And yet…you find that you have done nothing – and can take back nothing.

fin


.:Never regret what you have done…but what about those you didn't do?:.