It was getting dark. Or was it breaking down? Hard to tell. Far away was bird singing. Do birds sing in the evening? Was it a bird? Wasn't it police sirens? Do sirens sing in the morning?
The sun was red. Morning or evening? Was it a sun?
It was getting dark.
He closed his eyes. No they were already closed. He opened his eyes. It's getting dark. No, i tis dark.
Darkness swallowed him.
„…Naruto…!"
Do birds sing in the evening?
-ooo-
„Naruto!" The cries of kneeling girl mingled with weeping. „Naruto! Naruto, do you hear me?! Wake up! Please! Naruto!"
Despair flooded over her body like a deadly poison. Her screams changed into whisper broken with sobs.
„Naruto…"
She let go of his cooling hand.
Her eyes fell on the blood ticked on her white palm. She closed it in a fist.
„Naruto…"
She bowed over him. No, his body. Dead body.
She raised her arm, wanted to touch him, hold him stroke him, bring him back to life.
It's not him anymore.
She watched her shivering fingers.
There's no purpose…Not anymore…
She let her hand fell along the body. She had no will anymore, like a rag doll, marionette without puppeteer controlling her moves. She was on her knees, the raven hair falling in her face covering the eyes red from tears.
She was so close, unable to move, right next to him. She was not touching him. He will never touch her again. Her body taken over by shivering.
Was it pain? Quandary? Despair? Or just the crying?
She didn't cry anymore. Or was she?
She didn't know, she didn't perceive. The world was an ocean of salty tears. She was choking, she couldn't breathe, she couldn't think, she couldn't anything.
She was drowning.
Sanity was slipping between her fingers. What is the world?
Blue eyes, fleeting smile.
Fleeting. Vanishing.
She will never see him again. Never.
The cooling corpse was lying in front of her. No smile. No life.
She kissed the cold lips.
„Goodbye."
He didn't smile.