A Man Who Doesn't Know How To Love
By: Tranquil Girl
K+ rated
Friendship/Angst
He doesn't know how to love; he was created to assimilate a loner stone.
He was created to face autumn, spring, winter, or summer with a face that was straight.
However, look at him, now.
He is said to be a statue, a rock, a monument of shinobi―a reflection of a hard life of a man.
He won't even flinch before a thousand sheds of blood.
A natural poker-faced, poker-hearted man.
They said.
He has no feelings.
However, look at him now
Something that you can't learn from books is happening to him.
Naruto…, one of his besties has died.
And people still can't be guessing: what Sai, a two syllables-named living being is doing now.
Lemme tell you what's truly happening:
Hugged by the world,
Sunshine is flowing through his heart, like a streaming of light.
In there, there is a hole…
A hole that is beyond small or big, short or long,
Even cool or hot.
The sunshine and his heart are now melting together, joining together like blasts and flows of elixir of gold.
Molding together.
Ego crumbling of humans...
And it is reflecting to his porcelain face in its own ways.
Like birds finding their cave: their humble, secret nest.
[You can't learn tears by simple words, amazing love is your natural way…]
/He is a statue, a stone…
A monument of shinobi./
Yet he knows how to cry
~.~―
[I have tasted this… twice….]
{I now have remembered this taste, Naruto, Though they probably will never know.}
[Thank you…}
[…Maybe I have to say…}
[You're so beautiful….}
…We are…
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