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Decode
He was always so distant. And confusing. Raven hair and onyx eyes matched the darkest shadow that always seemed to follow him around, nipping at his heels and drowning his smile in bitter isolation. Death surrounded him and flirted with him in a dark, twisted method. His family was killed at the hand of his brother, and to cope with the deathly realization of eternal loneliness, he sought to destroy his brother.
How sad and twisted it is to kill the last of your family. How hard of a choice must it be- to live alone, with no family remaining, or live on with hatred burning for the last remaining relative who ensured you'd be alone elsewise.
It's truly hard to imagine anything so sad and horrible.
Yet here he was, the epitome of anguish, standing right here, and speaking. Speaking to me, to the wind, to everyone and no one at all.
Such a sad sight to see.
His back was turned to me. Words streamed out of his mouth, but none were coherent. Muttering about his mother, his father, and his cursed brother. How the curse of his brother has cursed him. Saying everything he ever needed to say, yet still saying nothing at all
The present situation had us at a stand-still. Something had to happen, yet neither of us would acknowledge it.
Not I, certainly. I would not acknowledge what I knew would certainly be the end.
The end of me, the end of him, the end of us. Surely it would be the end of him. Surely. There was no way to be certain if it would kill him the way it would me. Not until one of us acted.
But neither of us would. He surely wouldn't risk it.
"I have to do this," he spoke, turning to look at me. "I have to. And you know what you have to do."
"I can't do what you've asked. I simply can't. You know I can't. You're asking too much."
"There are two options."
"Both are unpleasant."
"You know it has to be this way."
"There's a third choice."
"Which is?"
"We both do."
"No. Choose now, or I'll make the choice."
"Well, I simply won't choose."
He grinned. That evil wicked grin. "Good."
My hands and feet were already tied. He had bound them once I found him. "Did I ever have a choice?"
He laughed. A kunai appeared in his hand out of his sleeve. It glistened with poison.
"No."
"I thought so."
"My goals are far more important, love."
"I love you."
"I hate you."
"I know."
The kunai grazed my neck.
"Goodbye, Sasuke."
"Goodbye, Sakura."