Kakashi looked down at the expanse below.
It had been eight months.
Eight long months.
Months in which he had endured and suffered through.
He couldn't do it...
Not anymore. Not after everything that had happened...
He had thought... Had hoped it would get better.
Just like everyone else before him.
Kakashi always remembered them- how could he ever forget their sacrifices?
But after a while everything would just become numb and it- life would go on.
But it wasn't getting any better.
No numb feeling, no nostalgic remembrances, no thing that could temporarily ease the ache.
Just pain, and suffering, and hurt, and every other bad thing he wanted to leave behind and just forget.
But how could he forget?
His smile, his laugh, his temper, his exasperated sighs at Kakashi's 'quirky' ways (as he put it).
His copper skin; his long, silky black hair; his scars (the most noticeable being the one running across his face- but the one on his back truly defining his nature and his propensity to be a good guy).
His moans; his grunts; his whimpers; his pleas to go faster, or harder, or to hurry it up.
His groans; his gasp; his sinfully erotic face when he came.
How could he possibly forget the excitement, the happiness, and every other good thing associated with him?
But to remember was to ache, but not to remember was to die.s
A cruel and unending cycle of pain that Kakashi could not escape from.
Every so often Kakashi would put his right, gloved hand to his head and mutter a quiet 'kai' or lift his lopsided headband just enough to expose his most famous facial feature.
Just to make sure.
To be absolutely certain he wasn't just stuck in some horribly, crippling genjutsu like the one Itachi had placed him under with the use of his mangekyou sharingan.
Kakashi knew he would never jump.
It wasn't The Shinobi Way.
Though, he knew they, everyone would probably understand.
But...
He wouldn't.
He would reprimand him and tell him that he had to let go.
Author's Note: Came to mind one depressing day and I guess I felt a need to share :T