disclaimer: this is a FANfiction...so it shouldn't be too hard...to realize that I do NOT own Naruto...
a/n: Just a drabble to let you guys no i'm not dead...just busy with school. yesh...well, enjoy and comment please! Comments make me want to write.(T3T) oh yeah, written in Sasuke's POV.
edit sorry about the spaces...it uploaded weird... (-.- )
waiting for the happy ending
I've never dreamt of dying happy. Satsified, maybe. Fulfilled, maybe. I always thought I would die young and strong and drenched in blood. Always empty and cold and pointless. From a very young age, I have never believed in joyous endings and 'happily ever afters'. What did it matter? Life would end either way. But then, he came. And everything changed.
He came. Came to me with that sappy smile and those eyes. Oh, those eyes. Those blue, blue eyes. Eyes that see through anything. Eyes that see through everything. I used to hate those eyes. They seemed to pierce right through me with innocence and knowledge. Something deep, pooling thoughts together, forming a reservoir of emotions that no one could see unless they really looked. No one really ever looked. No one really ever cared. Until that day when I truly looked at him. Truly appreciated him. And found that I loved him.
The way he looks at her with those eyes. The way the sort of soften and warm. He'll never look at me with those eyes. I don't need him to. All I need is to look at him when no one's watching. I look at him with the same eyes he looks at her. Something unidentifiable. Something so strong that people die searching for this one emotion. What makes it so special? What makes it different from hate, sorrow, joy? Its an emotion that brings all of these sub-feelings, I suppose. It screams like the cacophony of beats in the wings of a hummingbird if only they were heard. It sighs like a morgue's lullaby.
Everything about him is too bright, too intense. It's too different. It's too strong. Something so rare and true that its hated. I don't care anymore. All I want is to be close enough to be warm, even if I get burnt. Close enough to share his pain. Close enough to let him know that I'm there.
Maybe I don't deserve a happy ending. But, nonetheless, I can't help wondering if he will be my happy ending. Because I love him so much it hurts. I love him so much that I'll never tell him.