Burn

And this whole time, I wished vainly he would come back to life with the touch of my hand.

I longed for his touch.

But then he just pushed me away.

I wanted to hear his voice.

But then he stopped talking.

I wanted to see his piercing onyx eyes.

But it was covered with an unfamiliar veil ( or was it just my tears?).

I wanted to see his face.

But then, it was no longer precious and heart-warming like before.

Instead, all the things I longed for was laying dead in the decorated casket.

Even more pale.

Frozen.

Eyelids covering those orbs, a slight smile stitched on to his face.

As if he was just sleeping.

"Death is the end of one story and the beginning of another." - PHILIP MOELLER

I would stare at him, watch him leave and train at the corner of my eye.

Watch his luscious black hair flow wildly in the wind as he ran with superhuman speed, his raven black eyes playful as he watched his foes suffer.

Hear his emotionless yet teasing voice as it illuminated everything, blocking out all other sounds running through my ears. My thoughts directed at him, and him only.

Feel his cold yet warm hands as I dragged him and Naruto along, his face ever so unchanging. Know that he wasn't pulling away from my touch.

And, while he was laying there, still and dead, I was sitting down in the very back, endless salty tears running down my pale face.

The globs of water fell on to my clothes, making a weird pattern. My tissue was soaked.

No one could console me.

I slowly died. Both physically and mentally.

After a while, I would forget all about him.

Move on.

But that's why I can't die, either. I can't forget him. I don't want to forget him.

Ever.

As the funeral began to end, people began to clear out.

I was the last one.

I walked slowly over to him, careful not to stagger or trip under my trembling legs.

And this whole time, I wished vainly he would come back to life with the touch of my hand.

I cried harder, but I felt happy inside.

He was gone, sure, but not in my heart or memory.

And I'll burn that image of him in my mind.

Take it to the grave.

"...when we finally know we are dying, and all other sentient beings are dying with us, we start to have a burning, almost heartbreaking sense of the fragility and preciousness of each moment and each being, and from this can grow a deep, clear, limitless compassion for all beings." - Sogyal Rinpoche

I was bored, and I don't really like the whole Sakura and Sasuke couple, but it just hit me like a rock.
Well, that'd hurt, and thinking this didn't hurt.

SORRY FOR THE HORRIBLE ENDING.

Of course I don't own Naruto. Are you serious?