hello beautiful readers, i haven't written in a while and decided to drop off a mini naruxhina story. My inspiration for this was the spectacular episode 166 of naruto shippuden :) hope you enjoy and should i continue?
The world spins oh so fast. Like a ball of string faith knits the pattern of our lives. And us as the threads of that precious string never really had a chance. That's what was drilled into my head since birth. That was my cousin's religion, my family's faith, and my prison. Until one little thread snapped. That one little thread broke and refused to be woven back into hell. That little thread is the most precious person to me. He's my heart, my will, my misjudgment, and my love. And to guard my little thread I would gladly die choking on pools of blood picturing his smiling face.
Well my little thread grew. He pulled and fought his way into freedom making a path for all of us broken threads to follow and soon we weren't just threads we were strings all combining to make a new pattern, a new life.
One day my little thread was dying. Being ripped apart strand by strand and no one came. I didn't come, but today my strong stitch is being ripped to shreds. He's dying and no one is coming except me. So now I lay here, now I'm the one dying. I'm the one being pulled apart for him and you know what? I couldn't be happier that I was alive.
told you it was short lol please excuse the horrible grammar :P