You are fragile, a butterfly. All this time, under pressure of being crushed. Scared to do anything, but even more scared to show that you are. A simply flicker of sunshine through the trees if all that it takes to set you off into an ecstatic dance, just to show that are you happy that the darkness is gone. Playing on your fears is easy; trying to get past them is not. You push them away, say they don't matter, but they build a wall between you and the world.
And she; she is even more delicate than you. A pane of painted glass, hiding behind herself. The girl in the mirror, a simple mirage. You are almost twins; or at least, reflections of each other's frailty. You pass each other calmly, playing the hate game with simple ease. You know how to lose friends, how to get them, how to break hearts, and how to restore them, as does she. But underneath it all, you are simply flowing, floating, slipping over the edge.
You know how to hide love deep inside your shatter hearts.
They say that you died together; that she was clasped in your arms as though you were shielding each other. Your black mixed with her rose, blood with blood. They say that something happened; that you murdered each other even. But no one is sure. And no one ever will be. The only clues were a sakura blossom and a snowdrop, lying together on the ground. The only things that they ever found were your bodies.
I don't think that they know what happened, though. I think that they simply looked past it, tried to forget the obvious in an attempt to stop the painful truth; your missions collided with each other, and you were killed by the people you loved. They know, deep inside, why Naruto won't eat. They know, deep inside, why Neji won't fight. They know, deep inside, why Sasuke won't sleep. But they don't know why it happened. They don't know why you planned it to end like this.
But I do. You were both too fragile; broken roses, crushed beneath the virgin snow. Your love would be contested; it always will be. But you did not see the fatal blow, the crushing hand, the spinning eye.
But I did. I looked through the kaleidoscope.