The sky threatened to spill over with rain, but the blonde-haired teen standing in front of the grave didn't care; if it rained, no one else would be able to see his tears. He sighed as he knelt down, resting his hand on the tombstone, feeling the cold drops of water hit him, and he let his own tears fall.
Uzumaki Naruto couldn't remember his parents too well, but what he did remember, he cherished. One of his fathers took the role of his mother, and he remembered him often singing him to sleep, attempting to scold him when he did wrong, but never really making an effort to actually discipline him. He remembered how his other father used to throw him up in the air with the biggest, brightest smile on his face, a smile of pure joy. A smile Naruto had not smiled in a long time.
Naruto had no idea how his father died, but the father who took on the role of his mother, couldn't take it. Soon after the first father's death, the second one became completely distraught and committed suicide.
Naruto remembered his last words as well.
Sweetie, I love you so much. And this is the most selfish reaction.
Naruto screwed his eyes shut and tried not to sob. It was a selfish reaction. This person who called himself his father, couldn't live for him. But at the same time, Naruto forgave him. It's the hardest thing to lose someone you've developed that deeper bond with. Naruto understood that, and forgave him.
Naruto had never had that deeper bond with someone. At eighteen years old, he had never had a boyfriend. Yes, Naruto was openly gay. And it's not like he was completely alone. He had his friend circle, mostly other boys who were also openly gay. They all had boyfriends, but not him. He was afraid to get too close, and end up losing that person too.
Naruto almost sobbed again. He thought he would never find true happiness. He had no parents, and no boyfriend, no one to have a deeper connection with. He felt so utterly alone, despite his friends. It was a selfish reaction, but he didn't care. He craved another person's attention, craved feeling their lips on his, their body against his. He craved that bond.
It was a selfish reaction.
