The Gleam of an Unshed Tear
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The kunoichi knelt in front of the cenotaph, her dark clothes and hair allowing her to melt into the shadows, as she ran her fingers over the engraved names.
She wasn't able to cry.
Her tears were gone, along with all her hopes and dreams, along with her teammates and friends, along with the love of her life.
War had come, and war had gone, leaving Hyuuga Hinata in the dust, screaming silently in anguish.
She raised her kunai to her neck and smiled.
She was going to see them again.
A/N- Took out my angsty feelings on this drabble.