There was nothing to be said.
The shouts of war and death faded from her ears, the only thing she could hear was the rush of blood in her ears. She dropped her kunai and ran. He looked so far away, it must be a trick, right? Her sandals pounded the ground harder then they ever had before, but it seemed like she wasn't even moving.
She's knew she was too late.
She screamed his name, but the sound hardly reached her own ears. She ran faster, she could see his bare forehead. Slowly, it finally seemed like she was within reach.
But she was still too late.
A blond looked up, placing his body in her arms, his face begging her to forgive him. But she couldn't even look up. With bloody calloused fingers, she brushed away a stray strand of hair. Her eyes widened. He was free. He'd gotten what he always wanted. She clutched his cooling body closer, letting out a bloodcurdling scream.
She was always too late.
She felt a hand rest on her shoulder, but she couldn't find the strength to shrug it off. She screamed herself hoarse, demanding him to come back to her, begging him to wake up and tell her to go back to battle. Her voice would never reach his ears. How dare he leave her like this? She pulled out a necklace, with a ring swiveling on it, catching the sunlight. Her breath stopped. The hand on her shoulder snapped back, like she had burned it. He promised her when the war was over, they'd live together, like a fairy tale, happily ever after. They'd grow happy and wrinkly together. Forever.
But it was too late for that.
She was too late.
A/N: [anguish]