Sasuke had always liked to sleep outside. He liked to watch the stars and he liked to think that out there, there was a boy. With a family, a clan, and a brother. Who didn't need to worry, because he was just a little boy. Who didn't look up at the stars, and swallow his tears during the day, and when he was alone with the stars at night he would cry, where he was a boy barely a man, not Sasuke Uchiha, just a boy barely a man. Where he could be safe, and at home, where he could cry when needed, and smile when wanted. He was just a boy not a man, living in the world of men. And he couldn't leave. Oh god how he couldn't leave.