Dear you.
I miss your eyes, though some thought of them as empty and evil.
I thought of them as fullof life. just simple dimmed by hatred and pain.
Let me heal you.
please?
Sincerely, Me.
Her death had ripped a hole in the world.
Hallow and empty, as he had always felt.
But now that she was gone, gone forever, never to see the stars again, he was
truly lifeless.
Dear you.
I dreamt of you last night.
You were smiling, like you once always did.
Were has that smile gone?
Will I ever see it again?
I hope.
I hope
I hope.
Sincerely, Me.
He tyred to end his own life. once. soon after she had left him.
But before the blade touched flesh, he heard the most beautiful sound.
Her voice calling out to him.
Like she always did.
"Sasuke-kun, it's not time yet."
He so badly wished to run his finger's through her pink hair.
Like he once did. To meet the tantalizing gaze of her magnificent emerald eyes.
Staring back at him, as if she could see his soul.
If he believed he had one.
Dear you.
Are you coming home soon? have you got what you set out to get?
Hope I'm no bother.
I just wish to see your lovely face again.
I can see it begging to fade away in my memory, as if being washed away by rain.
Sincerely, Me.
He layed there, nearly dead, upon his bed.
His dim room inviting shadows that played with his guilt.
His gaze was glossy from uncried tears. he was thinking of her. And what could have been.
He saw a beautiful house on a mountain side, and heard children laughing like ringing bells.
He knew he could of had it, the cherry blossom, the house and the laughing children all dancing around him
with her pink hair and his dark murky eyes.
Suddenly he felt sick.
Dear Sasuke.
She left last night, and never came back.
in the depths of the forest is where they found her.
Cold, and clutching a letter.
It was in your writing.
Are you Sorry?
I hope you are.
You fool.
Sincerely, Naruto.
He clutched the letters, that smelt of Cherry's and cried.
He should of been there, should of protected her.
But he chose darkness over love.
And in the end, lost it all.
He left that day, and was never seen again.
and in the dark, lite by million's of twinkling stars.
He left a letter upon a grave, where a cherry blossom slept.
Dear you.
I'll be seein you.
Far beyond the sunset.
Meet me there?
Sincerely, Me.