standard disclaimers apply
Hinata
paler than the moon, you are still so far away
The color of his eyes are moon pale as mine. The shade of his hair is a deeper shadow of my own. The curve of his cheek traces the same as arc as mine. We were cast from same clay, but I failed; my weakness betrayed in every unsure step and trembling phrase.
He was what I was not, what I never could be.
I named him brother but he would not answer. His silence spoke his scorn and his eyes revealed his contempt until the day I fought him. Until the day, I saw him for himself. His silence hid his sorrow and his eyes concealed his pain.The color of his heart was the same as mine.
