Kakashi POV
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He's forgotten. He's forgotten everything, regretting nothing.
So all that's left is to disappear. My belongings are either packed or gone. I wonder what he'll think,
to come home to a half empty apartment. I know that it's cowardly to leave like this, to literally run
away from the problem. Problem is, I can't stand it, I can't face him. He won't even look me in the eye
anymore.
He's never been very good at lying. It's one of the reasons that I still…I still…
Oh God, make it stop. Take it away.
I love him so much. Even though what he's doing hurts so badly, I just can't stop. Even if that love
feels like there's a gaping wound in the cavity of my chest, a part of me wants to hold onto it forever.
When the storm and hurt within myself is done, I wonder if anything will be left? I was foolish enough
to surrender everything to him, hoping he'd accept it all. I should have known that I would be wrong.
Maybe I'll be left without emotions; a doll that can do anything, because nothing could hinder the
strings. Strangely enough, that's what would best benefit the village. Makes one ponder on the
wisdom of having shinobi children that could feel. Of course, most of that is his doing.
…I'm stalling. I want him to come home, to tell me that I'm being foolish.
Please tell me it's all paranoia. Please tell me you still love me, that you still care.
I should leave. Be the ghost I'll need to be in Anbu, leave no trace of my passing. I wonder if he'll try
to find me there? It's a sad truth that I'll probably not be in the village long enough to be tracked.
That's how I slipped past the memories and bonding of my general age group. Of course, they weren't
actually looking for me.
Leave the note and be done with it.
With all the care required of an S class mission, I place the note, the final goodbye, on his pillow.
Erasing the last of my tracks, I leave.
Tonight, I'll allow myself the pleasure of getting blissfully drunk enough that I won't see his face.
Maybe I'll let myself go enough to feel for the last time, to relive the memories buried deep inside myself
just once more. That might be the final consolation.
In the end, I'm the one that will remember.
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Awyr here. This little bit has been bugging me, so I let it out for once. I think it might be a two-shot, but
that all depends on the whims of the muses. Anywho, tell me what you think!