Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters. Kishi is the creator, not me. -sigh- And I do not own My Immortal by Evanescence. The best singer/songwriter.

I'm so tired of being here

Suppressed by all my childish fears

And if you have to leave

I wish that you would just leave

'Cause your presence still lingers here

And it won't leave me alone

I stood in front of the wooden door, that seemed to have a cold, lonely aura emanating from it, as it stared back at me. Beyond this door -his door- holds loneliness, holds emptiness, holds sadness and the distinguished smell of my tears.

I could never enter this room again. Just standing in front of its door frightens me. But I can't bring myself to leave my home -our home. I can't leave him. It hurts too much. To leave what he has left behind, to leave his soul, is something I could never do.

But why am I so afraid to enter his room? The room that we made so many memories in?

Beyond this door lies the untouched, unmade bed he slept on. The untouched, dirty clothes in his hamper. The untouched, squeaky chair he hated because it annoyed him to no end. The untouched, dusty books he has read over and over. Beyond this door lies his precious possessions he left behind. Beyond this door lies his strong, calming presence that I'm oh so used to. But now it only makes me anxious and empty.

As I slowly take a step toward the door, I reach a shaking hand out. A shiver runs down my spine as my fingertips lightly graze the smooth, wooden surface of the door, and my eyelids droop halfway closed.

It's as if you're on the other side.

I close my eyes all the way, and I press my hand fully against the cold door.

As if your hand is pressed against mine through this barricade.

My free hand twitches as my heart seems to clench, and a heavy feeling falls upon my chest.

I miss you, but your presence is what bounds me to this depressing place.

A sob gets stuck in my throat, and a choked noise comes out as I stumble forward and slump against the door, my forehead lazily resting on it. The hand that I have flat against the door balls into a fist, desperately trying to find something -someone- to hold on to.

Why'd you have to go?

My knees start to quiver, and I collapse to the ground. The sob that was once stuck in my throat making itself known. I pound my fist one time against the door weakly, trying to relieve the pain in my chest.

Why'd you have to leave me?

I slowly uncurl my fist and lay it flat against my chest, on top of my heartbroken and lonely heart. Tears flow down my cheeks, and I let out a long, silent cry. And eventually it's not enough, as I ball both my hands into fists and slam them down onto my lap. I throw my head back, letting out a long wail/scream, as if I were a wolf that just lost its mate, and is now howling at the glowing moon.

But I am the moon, and I only got my shine from my beloved sun. My sun that had burst, which I never thought would happen for a long while, leaving me without light to reflect. My sun that would never be able to come back and shine his addicting, fulfilling light upon me once more.

I continue to let out my heartbroken cries, as the tears run like a waterfall down my face and onto my tense lap.

My cries die down, and I sit in silence, throat sore and tight. I take a deep breath, and try to calm myself, but to no avail.

Do you see what only of what is left of you does to me...?

I put my hands flat against the ground and I shakily push myself up off the ground slowly. I rest the right side of my body against the door for support as I grip the door handle.

...my beloved Neji...?

Hi guys, I really should not be starting a new story but oh well. This is my tribute to Neji's death -fuck you Kishi-. I'm late, yes, but I started writing it when I heard he died because I was really depressed (not just because of his death, but literally depressed), and I saw this as a way to help release negative feelings. I haven't actually felt like I did then, so that's why I stopped writing this, but I really do want to finish it. It will probably take a little while. I have a lot going on, and I'm the laziest person ever. But if it's not finished by summer time (it probably won't be), then I'll really get the crackelackin to writing then and I'll even aim to finish it. Don't want to go into a new school year with a story you want to finish, yeah? R&R please? I'm an amateur, haha.
Naruto: Shut up, dattebayo!
Me: Oops! My bad! One more thing!
Naruto: Continue on with the story, kami!
Neji: -drags Naruto out by his ear- You be patient.
Me: Thanks Neji. Anyways, this was short. But they get longer as the chapters progress. I guarantee that. c: