Hehe, another drabble. xD Angsty onesided SxS. Hope you enjoy and please review.

Disclaimer: I do not own Nauto

Waiting.

It doesn't rest.

It doesn't lie dormant.

You can distract- but there are only little things; the sun- its rays casting warm fingers on your face, the wind- cool and soothing in its tempoprary grace, water- fresh with its chilling mass engulfing you into a blurred cocoon, and people.

Yes, let's not forget the people…comforting, withstanding…always trying to understand, pitying with their eyes. Eventual fatigue consumes them and their own defeat drives them back to places where presence itself can penetrate.

Waiting grows.

It fests.

It becomes irritating.

An itch that turns to a sore.

A sore which turns to gash.

And a gash that becomes a scar.

Hunger gnaws out to the outer being. It lashes; invisible but lethal. Like a sharp whip. Trying to make its purpose known.

Until all too soon. It reluctantly recedes, and it mutilates again into something better.

Stronger.

More.

Urgently.

Waiting.

It Hurts.

It aches.

It bleeds fustrated tears and infinite pacings.

It produces gritted teeth and marked lines on foreheads.

It thrums the heart into a frantic hurtle- beating away until there is only another dawn to beat away. Silent shivers of pain thrill the body with each pulse of your living and elates the spine into a nervous trickle.

So loong.

Waiting dulls the heart.

Defeats purpose.

Breaks down every wall that connects you to your infinite being. And pulls you to only one thread. Single and strong.

Beating alive.

.

A single tear slides down a worn path. Love, my love…where are you?