Sometimes, there's an unexpected breeze in Konoha. A breeze rough with the smell and texture of sand. A breeze that brings memories and yearnings and "what if's".
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Sometimes the pineapple headed boy stares at it, wondering if he could fall into the sky and get swept away, just like that.
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Sometimes the wind really picks up and he swears he can hear a voice, though he tells himself not to be stupid.
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It's like she's right beside him, teasing, mocking, smirking at him like she did just two years ago. And yet two years have passed and not one letter has been exchanged, not one greeting sent.
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It's tough when you live a desert apart.