Remember When
"Remember when I didn't need you? Well I need you now. To hold my head, up high, say it's all better child." How could a simple song have so much meaning behind it, and be so relatable? Tears slowly fell from my eyes as the music blasted from my phone. My blonde hair was matted to my face, as the rain beat down upon me. I couldn't stop my knees from caving; causing me to collapse against the cold dirt ground. Red petals of what once was a rose, was now crushed, but despite that I still placed it upon the hard stone in front of me.
"Remember when I was alone and crying out. You will be missed, but I know that you're all better now," I quietly whispered. The music had long stopped but I continued to repeat the lyrics over and over.
"Naruto?" a soft voice called my name. I should've figured the pink haired girl would come looking for me. I didn't move however. I just... Couldn't. She gently touched my shoulder, but quickly pulled away when my body tensed. Our eyes met for a moment, blue locking with green. Standing up I made my way slowly to her car, knowing she would bring me home.
"Sakura," my voice must've scared her because she nearly jumped out of her seat. I hadn't said a thing since returning to my home. The couch we sat on was dark, go figures for the bastard. His smell was long gone from its fabric. "Can you still remember him? The way he looked, and the way he smirked, and the way his voice sounded when he occasionally gave up that stuck up stoic act and chuckled. Can you? Because..." there was a long pause before I continued, although Sakura didn't push for me to continue. "I can't," I finished my voice only a breath in the wind.
"No. I can't either. Naruto you can't spend every moment of your life thinking about him. I know he was your best-friend but it's time to move on! You are an 18 year old teenager! Go get a life!" her chest was heaving from how loudly she had been yelling by the end of her sentence. Words, cold as ice.
"Sakura get ou-" My voice was cut off when I saw a mop of black hair walk past my window. It looked exactly like… him. It couldn't be he had been dead for two whole years. I darted out of my house to follow the figure. I knew it wasn't likely to be him but yet I couldn't stop myself from calling out his name. Eventually I found myself back at the grave that I had left only but an hour ago. It was him. It was clearly him. I wasn't crazy! "Dobe… I do remember. Now move on idiot," his voice was cold just like how it used to be and I could remember too. Then like moving water he was gone. I may not have him physically, but I have his memory and that counts for something… right?
