"The greater your capacity to love, the greater your capacity to feel the pain."
-Unknown
1
A broken man is a changed man.
A broken Uchiha is nothing.
Nothing. No emotions. No smiles. No laughter.
It really isn't that different from a regular Uchiha.
In private, a broken man is a sad man.
A broken Uchiha is a storm.
He's quite done with all these wave pools in his eyes, instead he gets Tsunamis. Typhoons, hurricanes, storms. And every strike of lightening with that storm is like a memory of her.
He threw out his bed set and pillow cases because they smell like her. He threw out his radio because she liked to listen to it in the mornings. He threw out his leather jacket because she said she liked how it looked on him. He threw away his watch because she never knew what time it was and was constantly looking at it.
It was stupid really.
He was stupid, really.
Because it's all his fault.
A/N: Maybe a bit OOC for a first chapter. -Dies-
Also I hadn't planned on starting another ff, but I guess listening to John Mayer radio on Pandora does that to you.
I'm excited for this. This isn't one of my bigger projects (like the one I'm working on now) It's not going to be long, and it definitely won't become a burden for me. I hope to update again today c:
Oh an also, I really don't know how long this fic will be. I'm not writing a chapter outline(for once) so well see how it goes…
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