A/N: I believe we've all felt this way in our lives, trapped beneath the expectations people have for us. I wrote this story because it was exactly how I felt at the moment. And Sasuke-kun, I can understand how being liked is just as hard as liking, they both suck.


Tell Me


I wonder when it was you stopped loving me.

But I think I know.

When you found out that deep inside, I wasn't the person who could heal you and comfort you and be perfect for you.

When you told me you were disappointed, I was secretly happy, because living by expectation is selfish and stupid and fucking hard.

So tell me again that you hate me. These words have never sounded so sweet coming from you; they move my heart like how dark liquid death seeps from my hands, like how waking nightmares shock me back to life, like how an entire history is wiped out in a single night by one shinobi.

So tell me that you hate me; I feel such glorious relief to be freed from your expectations of who I should be.

Because I am not meant for you, and I never will be.