Kakashi-Obito-Iruka Drabble

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Somewhere along the line, things get lost. They can be prized from treasure hoards, or discarded fields of waste. However, no matter how tight you hang on there is something that dazzles you, astonishes you to new bounds. Then, it slips from your fingers, fallen to make way for brighter things. But, in the present time, there is none better, so you say

"Yes, this is forever, this is eternal. I will not let this fall away."

Because that is what you do to pay worship it. And yet, time passes in a grim march. The rituals that seem commonplace were once great presents to bestow. In time passing, you begin to lose the feeling of awe. Yellowed day after yellowed day the gravesite is like a trip to the bathroom. Midpoint comes as realization dawns. You have fallen from the grace. You raise your head to the heavens and cry

" Where is the feeling of reverence that was here? "

Now the visits are done over. Every detail is accounted for in vain. Every motion is stacked with false hope for a trigger. But, we shall try till it comes back. So many false lights. We could not even keep this memory from the dust.

Now, now the world is dulled gray without its colored rays. There is no rewinding time, strong as strong will try.

So.

Tears pool down to soften the earth for a minute, to wretch from it that special feeling. Even the dull throb of your pupil may be enough. You lift your face to the empty sky casting out for lost light.

But.

Then, then, there is a new sun on the horizon. Something brown, something plain with scars unending. This thing flutters around, blown by the wind. It skims by, or rather we skim by, unnoticed, and we think

"This is nothing like the sun."

But, like the sun it brings warmth, covering our bareness with its quaking branches. After losing the sun, it changed me. Now I like that old change better for this new thing. My old eye stops throbbing but new warmth unfurls beneath my stomach. And so I think

"Yes, this is nothing like the sun, but it is a new life."

The End.

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It's a drabble, therefore short.