Um. I don't know. Just felt like writing this and posting it. Should I continue?
blind cries
so let's share our loneliness for a while.
In his dreams, for a change, everything is white. Just plain white, stretching endlessley for miles and miles, nothing else. It is peaceful and calming-nothing like the chaos of the life he called his reality.
He will never admit it, but it's nice to not be in the darkness for once.
He opens his eyes, and it's white everywhere. The smell of hospital invades his nostrils and they wrinkle involuntarily, almost like a reflex, because he has hated the smell of disinfectant and bandages and medicine with the slightest hint of blood for all his life.
He blinks. He has no memory of anything, just wars and fighting and blond and brothers and "I'm sorry, Sasuke, but this is the last time." But where is he? What happened to him?
He wants to know, but all he sees is white and all he smells is that despicable hospital smell and oh god, he is so tired. A hand, calloused a little, but soft and gentle and healing in its own way, settles on his forehead. A soothing sensation soon envelops his body, and he welcomes it, as a small sigh escapes his lips and as his eyelids seal his dark orbs from blurry visions he can barely see.
And so, he sleeps, detached from the world, for a long, long time.
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