DISCLAIMER: Don't own Naruto, aryt?
I frowned at the envelope in my letterbox. It was just addressed to 'Hinata Uchiha' and then had my street address. Who could be writing to me knowing my hidden surname? I puzzled. Wary of the mystery I waited until I was inside to open it. My hands trembled, the tears began of their own accord, before my mind was fully adjusted. Denial was on my lips, but there it was; irrevocable and final the end date of a life.
In that endless second, it seemed as if the world had taken a giant leap and was hanging in midair—frozen before the fall. I was suddenly sitting in a world of shadows. All the light—all the color had suddenly vanished.
Naruto took me in when the world had turned away from me. There were no harsh rejections just tired and retreating eyes. I was in need of asylum that I hadn't even dared to ask for. My small son, who was always so intuitive of my pain, dedicated his time to revelle in the peace of being near a mother free from fretfulness, a state that he was too familiar with for a three year old. How I hated that my pain affected him, this shroud, this angst.
One of the hardest things I've ever had to do in my life was having to hold back from going back to the grave just to convince myself that he wasn't coming back. How could I convince myself when I was so unwilling to believe?
I felt myself collapse mentally. All my carefully built barricades shattered into a million pieces inside of me. Only he could ever do that to me. But this would be the last time.
It's been three years since the first time I lost him. But now that I've lost him for a second time, I know that I will never see him again. This time, I'm positive. Now I truly am all alone.
He left the village. He left the world. He left our son. He left me..
He was born a traitor.