The Best Things...
*Prologue*
People say that the best things happen after the worst.
Deidara had always believed those who spoke in such a way. The way he lived, the things that had happened to him and everyone else around him proved this. For example, when he was five (as most know, certain memories fail to leave you even as you grow older), his dog died of old age. He had been closely tied to the animal, so when it never woke up again his whole world had crumbled down. It had always been like that for him; when he lost something, he felt sad for a while. However, all of a sudden he would start feeling better, and only a month after the death of his beloved pet, he was laughing and acting as if it was long forgotten. It wasn't, of course; the memory of his dog remained in his thoughts forever, much like any other precious friend or item had been lost or broken.
Even though he found it difficult and hard to handle the first few days, he had always found a way through it. Because of this, he had come to love those words that the old people always uttered to themselves during bad times;
The best things happen after the worst.
Then it happened, and he could no longer be sure if he would be able to get through the usually short experience of loss and vulnerability.
Finally I've managed to write something that seems to be more than a simple oneshot.