I never thought I'd need you here when I cry. But on the anniversary of my parent's deaths, I couldn't think of anyone I'd rather be with. I want to feel your arms around me, hear your comforting whispers.

But your not here, I pushed you away just like everyone else. So I sit on my bed, hugging my knees to my chest, tears streaming down my face, alone. I don't cry. I don't ever cry. This isn't me. I'm supposed to be the strong one, the brooding one. Too caught up in revenge to feel. Yet here I am, by some cruel twist of fate still very able to feel the loss, the pain, the mother fucking agony.

This is the one day every year that I don't do anything. I stay in the compound for 24 hours, mourning my family, my friends. No one bothers me about it anymore, they used to. You where the first person I talked to about it.

I miss you, you bastard.

I miss everyone.

"Sasuke?" my head snaps up, I angrily wipe away my tears and turn in the direction of your voice.

And there you are. Standing outside my window, your long dark hair blowing slightly in the night air.

"What. What do you want?" I say, my voice has lost all of its usual monotone effect.

"I... I wanted to say... I'm sorry, Sasuke." you say, your pale eyes avoiding mine.

I stare at you, not saying a word, because you never apologize. It is one of the things I thought I liked about you, but it turns out I like you apologizing even more.

"I know how much this day means to you, and I know how much it hurts you to remember things. I'm sorry I fought with you. Can you forgive me?" you ask.

"...I can. I don't know if I will." I answer. You nod and turn, looking almost sad. "Neji...wait."

you stop and turn to face me again, your face expressionless.

"I need..." I start.

"What? What do you need? I'll get you anything." you say. I believe you.

"I need... help." I force the word out of my mouth.

Its your turn to stare in shock.

"Please Neji?" I say, my pleading tone even throwing me off.

You nod again, slowly. You climb through the open window, ignoring the door. I notice that I'm shaking. I think you see it too.

"What do you want me to do?" you ask.

"I don't know!" I shout, crying again. "Make it stop!"

You come over to me and sit on my bed. You put your arms around me from behind. I start to panic a little, and start shoving at you, trying to push you away. I'm shouting. You hang on to me, your strong arms never leaving their place around my waist.

Now I'm sobbing, hugging myself and digging my nails into my upper arms, blood trickles down my arm. You move your arms to stop me. You pull my hands down, letting me grip onto your forearm. My nails start to cut into your skin. You don't even flinch. You kiss my neck lightly. I'm sitting between your legs and slowly losing my grip on your arm. Once your released from my vice like grip, you hold me close. I slump back onto you, still crying.

"Do you want to tell me?" you ask softly in my ear.

"I still see them." I say. "I still see their bodies and I still feel their blood in my hair. Today is when its worst."

I feel you nod. You don't say anything more, and that's the best thing.