Yes, I do not own any of the characters. You people should know this by now...

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The city is unnaturally gloomy today. The sky is gray and the rain is falling upon Konoha, falling onto its miserable victims that have been infected with the contagious emotions of sadness. Where has the sun gone? Where have the smiles gone? Who knows? Who cares? No one cares… except maybe me.

Staring upwards, I can see the raindrops roll down the curved side of my see-through umbrella and I can also see the sky's unusual gray colour. Normally the days are bright and sunny, but today, everything seems different.

My heart is grieving… and it's not because of the downpour or the heavy atmosphere of the day. Today, I grieve because it has been a year since the person most dear to me left my side. Where has this person gone? I'm not sure. It's been three years since he left. Why did this person leave? I'm not quite sure why he left. All I know is is that this indescribable pain inside me seems to be growing with each passing day and even more so every year.

He had been the sun in my day, that light in my darkness. He was that person that could make me smile despite everything that happened through out the day. Everything around me could go wrong and all he had to do to make me calm again was hold my hand. The cool and warm feel of his skin against mine was reassurance to me, reassurance that he was there by my side. Never leaving. Always loving. He was Uchiha Sasuke. He was mine. I was his.

Then before I knew it, he was gone. No where to be found. I had lost him.

Today is an unnaturally gloomy day. My heart aches with every beat. Despite the bright orange sweater I wear, the colours are a gray monotone and my skin trickles with the cold air that seems to linger around the city and hold the people tight within its grasp.

My father left. My mother left. He left. Not more than a few hours ago, news reached my ears of the person who was like a father to me has now, also left. Gone. Vanished. Never to be seen again.

Thoughts stirring endlessly, I barely notice that the doors to the bullet train have opened. Entering in, I immediately approach a lonely seat to the side. The inside of the vehicle is abnormally empty as it seems to be sheltering only a few people within it.

The train starts and the thrumming noise of its engine rings in my ears as it rocks noxiously back and forth. My hand lies idly at my side, empty. It's missing something. That warm hand that can make my whole day brighter. Not only that, but the soothing smile that can make me smile too. The sun in my sky. The light in my darkness.

Before I know it, everything becomes cold.

Before I know it, everything is dark.

Before I know it, I've left too.

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WHAT IS THIS?!

Yes, a depressing story.

Sorry, I just had the urge to write this.

If you are reading my other story 'That Game called Love', please be aware that an update will be coming soon. By this weekened, a new chapter shall be up

Spoiler:

Uh. This is REALLY OLD NEWS, but, I want Jiraiya back. He was an awesome character. He died. I'm sad.

Yes, he is the implied fatherly-like character.