One and Only
By: frndshiponfire
disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any characters in this story
"Love is what connected us but friendship is how we found each other," he mutters.
I look up from my papers to see him staring blankly. Sometimes, I think he doesn't even realize that he is speaking but at other times, I'm sure that he knows that I can hear him. But when he starts to write a story, he never seems to notice my existence. But then again, he always dedicates his famous stories to his special someone.
With that being said, who is his special someone? I'm not quite sure anymore.
The more I think about it, he rarely smiles anymore and when he does, it's never directed toward me. I remember a time when he swore that I was his one. But that was long ago. When our friends truly believed that we fit together like two puzzle pieces.
But that was back when he had his first sold out publishing. When I used to smile and send him on his way. I used to love to watch him write. But then one day he told me that his writing was just ink on paper with no meaning. I cried when I heard that. But not because it wasn't about me, but because his once beloved passion was now just used to pay the debts that came up.
My beloved person never expresses his feelings to anyone, but then again, he never did before. Except to me. I was saw all of his emotions. He used to smile so much. I remember he used to put some of our precious moments into his writing. I'd never admit it, but I always buy a copy of his books to see if he still believed in our relationship, even a little bit. But now whenever I read one, I get so discouraged because there is never a moment, not even a faint hint of a moment. But there is still the dedication:
To my one and only
How it always makes me hope and then by the time I reach the back cover, I always curl back up and cry myself to sleep in the room that we used to share. My heart is still full of hope, even if it's in the darkness of my heart. His name will always be on the tip of my tongue, his face always on the back of my eyelids. This will be the first time I mutter his name in his presence since he stopped looking at me;
"Sasuke..." I say even though he's in the room.
He looks up even though I didn't intend it to happen. He looks straight into my clear blue eyes, and for once in a long time, he seems like he's finally returned to our small happiness.
"What's wrong," he questions.
I smile through my tears. "Nothing, nothing at all. I'm sorry I disturbed you," I get up and head for the door even though he is close to it.
"You didn't disturb me, I was only getting started."
I look back, just to see if my lover has returned from his long procrastinated trip. But what I see is just a curious look, much like the ones I've received multiple times before.
A tear slips down my face, even though I never meant it to, my dear Sasuke hasn't returned, he's just called in to remind me that he will be staying out of reach for some time.
TO BE CONTINUED(THAT IS IF ANYONE LIKES THIS, LOL)
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