Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
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Loneliness.
They call is a blanket of darkness, wrapping around you.
They call it a calloused shell, a protection, a barrier.
They say that somebody will always be there to pull you out.
But, life isn't a fairy tale.
What do they say when she's knee deep in tears, none of which belong to her?
A salty, bitter river that flows down ivory cheeks, pools over the tip of a noble chin, dripping onto the ground.
Fat, ugly globules wailing in pathetic misery over their personal demise.
Why me? Why me?
Shoulders shaking violently of the small figure huddled on the floor.
What do their eyes say, clouded gray with pity, as they look down at her?
Head bowed, always bowed, as a curtain of hair fell around her face.
What do they see if she's always hiding?
She gazes at her reflection, the ripples of new tears gathering in the silver pool, creating a distorted image.
She was never the center, to cower behind as she allowed them to take the spotlight.
She was kept in the dark.
She was always longing for the light, the warmth of sun rays kissing her skin; wanting the brightness, the butterflies, and the colors.
A tantalizing treasure of golden hair soft enough to run her hands through, cerulean eyes she could just swim in for eternity and a smile lined with pearls between petals she could just taste.
But always just out of reach.
She tore her eyes away, the eyes that belonged to a might of steel lineage, but eventually dulled to lavender.
She was always a disappointment, fading into wavering shadows of those that held potential.
She was kept in the dark.
The tunnel rode on for miles and miles, her legs wobbling and muscles straining, but that wisp of white light in the distance never coming any closer.
And after every hopeless sprint, she fell back not into those tan arms in her dreams, but the pale of reality.
She belonged to shaggy raven hair that always tickled her nose into sneezing, bleeding crimson eyes that caged her like the bird she was, and a deep scowl that reminded her of her place by sight, not words.
This creature could hardly be called company, in her encasement of loneliness.
He was silence.
He was darkness.
He was-
"Uchiha Sasuke-sama."
A pale thumb pressed down on the scroll, signing off the blood print and half of a marriage contract.
She shivered as her own thumb rose to her lips, which parted to allow her chattering teeth to scrape at the skin.
The flimsy texture of the scroll revealed her print, and suddenly she felt cold.
A sheer, freezing cold that ran through her veins.
As his chapped lips captured her own, she could feel them go blue.
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Happy endings were for beautiful emerald eyed princesses and handsome happy-go-lucky knights riding away towards the back cover of a book.
True love with wet, steamy passion belonged on scraps of blank paper.
You are the same person at midnight's stroke, and there will be nobody to awake you from endless sleep.
Reality held the cold, offered no warmth.
Reality held the loneliness.
Why bother clinging to hope, when dreams don't come true?
Succumb into the darkness, where at least with its protection, you'll be too hurt to ever get hurt again.
Turn away from the light,
And towards the silhouette.