Have you ever wondered what it's like to be alone?
Gasping for air, each breath labored and your lungs are giving out?
My heart shattered those years ago, broken and dropped like nothing more than shed tears.
Days passed by, and my will was slipping away, people growing more distant. If someone happaned to come to me, I had no words to share and they would leave just as soon as they came. Friends shot me sympathetic glances, but nothing was done to acknowledge them. He was gone.
Weeks dragged on, and my soul continued to drop into an abyss of depression and despair. Life continued it's set path, as if nothing had occured to tear two friends apart, a bond that could not be repaired. Nothing could save my scattered being, and my life became dull, succumbing to the nothingness of my dreams. Vivid and alive, the blood curdling images of his existance played their part in creating a nightmare just right for me. The person everyone knew me as was disappearing, leaving only a cold-blooded, ruthless, emotionless soul.
Months took their toll, and I was no longer considered a sane person. ANBU was my set path now. Through cuts, stabs, and bruises, the job as a killer never became any easier, but it kept my fragile mind off the only thing it would think about. Him. The boy who left me and the man who ruined me. Sometimes my sense of logic would leave me, and thoughts I should never receive would enter my mind. They would soon add fuel to the chronic nightmares that plauged my conscience, and it started to drive me insane. Nothing could be done.
Years ticked by slowly, and the pang of a lost loved one burdened me every breath I took. I was sent out more often, barely having enough time to pack before I would leave the village again. But I accepted it. Things would be better this way. Or so I thought. My last faithful mission was an assassination, which I imagined would be performed flawlessly. But who would I run into but Sasuke Uchiha. Viciousness replaced dispair, and I fought like my sanity depended on it. As I grew weaker, the pain grew stronger, blood dripping down my body and leaving it's copper mark in my mouth. He matched my every blow, slowly gaining the upper hand and the first chance he got, I was on the ground, defenseless and paralyzed. I had lost. Sasuke stood before me, the grin on his face melting into an agonizing scowl. He dropped down above me, until our faces were merely inches apart. I could feel his ragged breathing on my neck, and I knew he wouldn't make it much farther than me, but I wasn't satisfied. Was this the ending I was given? "So this is it then..." The Uchiha spat out blood and took out his sword. Our eyes met, and a message was sent without words. His arm raised up, and the last thing I saw was the sword piercing through both of our hearts.
Two fates.
Completely different destinies.
They shared the same soul from the beginning.
But each only had half of a heart.