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Author's Note: I
don't usually do NaruHina, but this just came to me the other day.
Just a little drabble. Enjoy!
Footsteps of Your Face
She's always walked behind on the path but something in the whisper of his glance tells her she's going to make it to the end.
Her legs have always been shorter, her female build naturally less strong and swift but her steps glide with more drive in their movement than all the rest ahead. They had to, if she was to keep going. And she had to.
It would be unforgivable if she stopped when there were still traces of his blue lining her inhales.
Its always his voice urging her into the fight, in the middle of a mind-numbing blizzard when all she could hear was the song of her own teeth chattering singing her to sleep, amidst the boiling buzz of mosquitoes and worn hearts that melted under the suffocating sun, in the vast black of bare night and empty air and sky between her arms on the night when he's far gone, and in that final battlefield when everything's at stake for the end and she's counting her last breaths before all sound fades.
At the end she still breathes in his face.
