So..One of my friends and his boyfriend recently fought because his boyfriend wants to enlist and he doesn't want him to go. So..I'm writing a one-shot/very short story to cope with my feelings towards him leaving to enlist, even though I know the Military is an honorable field in which to work.
In which our paths seperate:
Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. All I know is he's leaving. And he won't tell me why. And he won't tell me where. Maybe he doesn't love me anymore and it's his way of saying 'Get lost. Hit the road.' Or maybe it's his way of saying 'I don't love you anymore. And this is how I'm avoiding telling you.'
Don't go! I cried millions of times in my awakened nightmare, the one called reality where I try my hardest to wake up, but I never can. He's leaving. My strength and my half is leaving for a better cause than me. I know that one day though, we'll meet again in different and maybe even better circumstances.
The day he leaves, I swear that alarm clock still rings to haunt me, days and days, nights and nights. I can still hear the sound of the shower, the sound of silent footsteps. And then I swear he leans over me and I can feel the faint brush of his lips across my face leaving peace where they once trailed. And then I can once again hear doors closing before I throw the covers off and jump up. And all I have to signify that he's already gone, is the smell of something fruity. And then I fall to my knees and weep for what could have and should have been.
The days after are some of the hardest days of my life. But they will never compare to the days the led up to his departure. The day of is what hit the hardest even though it didn't feel real. For days I sat in the chair he always sat in to pretend to ignore me while I bounced around like an idiot. Fool, he'd tell me, I'm not here to babysit you. And then he'd smile that smile he reserved just for me and I'd know he wasn't serious. Somewhere in our minds, we were essentially, two halves of the wrong puzzle.
A year later and I'm still in pieces. A message here, a trace there. All of these are just tiny glimpses of how and who he is. He isn't who I knew as a child, or who I fell in love with. He's changed and I fear it's for the worst. He's not mine. And I don't think he ever will be again. I can't accept who and what he is now. I can't accept the monster he's become. But maybe that can change. I can't love you Sasuke.
Sincerely, Naruto.