Cold as Snow
He reminds me of snow. Pale and beautiful; and so cold. There when he wants to be, gone in a flash. Sasuke Uchiha is my snow. He is my everything. And I, Naruto Uzumaki, I am nothing without him. Without us. Without what we do secretly behind closed doors and locked bedrooms of empty houses.
Loneliness is like a disease to some. I've been alone my whole life and the pain spread over time. An inerasable hurt. Sasuke lost his whole family when he was so young. The pain and loneliness spread in him as well. It moved all too easily within us. And when you're lonely, you'll look for anyway out of it. But every flame needs a spark; and ours would not come so easily.
We marred each other. We marred ourselves. We did so much. Damaged so much. We ruined so many bonds to get to this point. This point. On the battlefield. Exhausted. Injured. And yet, full of a new feeling. A feeling that was unanticipated, but so obvious to me now.
But he was like snow. Too cold for me to keep. The fleeting snow. But I was in love with it. I was in love with that snow. His pale skin. His beautiful body. His cold personality. His cold heart. Too bitter for the keeping. But possibly someday. Yea. Someday I'll thaw his heart.