damn it's been so long, .
Lightning flashes vividly against his closed eyelids and he sits up suddenly, cold sweat clinging to his forearms and upper torso. The silken sheets brush against his legs and someone shifts next to him. Panic rises in his throat like bile, and his heart pounds with inhumane speed. Flinging away the sheets, he stands up; not daring to spare a glance to the figure resting in a mound beside him.
He sees a large picture frame on the wall as he hobbles by – sudden fury strikes him – and suddenly the picture lay in tatters on the carpeted floor. Light fills up the room for an instant, enough to illuminate the wedding picture taken three months ago, and he roars, clutching at his hair.
The figure on the bed awakens and utters an alarmed sentence – of which the blonde-haired man disregards as he kicks away the debris he made. He begins tearing at the curtains; they were patterned with flowers – sakura flowers – and this mere symbol is tearing him apart.
The figure is then standing next to him, a consoling arm about to reach him; but he swats it away with another groan that hurts him somewhere in the middle of his chest. Cold. He feels cold. It is cold everywhere. He grabs this region, clawing at it as if he is able to reach that beating thing that was clearly paining him. What is this?
Someone is screaming; he figures it is he for he has his mouth wide open. But it is not his voice…is it? Hands and arms entwine his hunched figure, and his face is cupped by another's warm pair of hands. Warm?
A familiar face comes into view and he sees her and suddenly he remembers. He cries out and asks her if it is true, if she really loved him – loved him once before but never to know – never to see – never to witness. He does not understand; if it is true, if it is her, doesn't she think he would know?
She smiles, but her face contorts as she holds back tears but he still thinks she's beautiful. He reaches out blindly, holding onto her, screaming noiselessly to never let go. For a precious few seconds, the world slows down - and she is whispering something to him.
"I'm sorry," the pink-haired angel says. Two words - and everything dissolves back into the darkness and the cold.
He is reeled back harshly into the arms of another woman he never did love, fated to yearn for another's he could never have.
cuz i'm the motherfucking goddess in absolute subtle plotlines (or just shitty ones actually) this is set in the world where naruto and hinata are married (ew yeah and yes it's real) and then something weird happens and naruto meets with sakura and finds out she did love him! (God knows how he knew that...probably with all the magic dust from the collision of the two dimensions) and when he finds out, he got reeled back into his own dimension...
so fucking sad i just cant im sorry
bye
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