I shut my glossy, pearl white eyes to the rays of sunlight angrily piercing through my lavender curtains. My head feels like lead and there is a dull pounding within it, a headache, one that is most likely acquired from lack of rest.
But how can I get any rest with him there.
And by him I mean my husband.
I pull my slender, pale hand out from under the royal purple blanket of my bed, glancing at the glittering diamond resting on a band of gold. My wedding ring. It seems so bright, so real. I mean, it was real, real diamond, you couldn't expect less from the Hokage.
But everything else isn't real.
I roll over to face him, his whiskered face and broad, tanned, shoulders peeking out from under the blanket. His chest rises and falls to a steady rhythm. A small, gentle smile rests on his face, caused by his heavenly dreams. He is dreaming of me.
Hah, that was a joke y'know.
Years of pain, years of tears, have made me stronger. I no longer stutter with my sentences and all traces of the shy girl I used to be are locked away in my heart, for no one to find.
'Hinata, I love you.'
Those are the words he speaks to me everyday, those are the words he speaks when we are alone, while he caresses my cheek and all I can do is lean into his touch like a puppy to its master. Those are the words he speaks while we make love, and during those times, I am fool enough to believe him.
He opens his mouth to speak, and I prepare for the stab to my heart he is unconsciously prepared to give me.
"Sakura…" he whispers, the name sickeningly sweet on his lips.
Hatred and anger boil deep within me for the girl, and for him. At that very moment, I wish to see her burn, I wish to see her cry out in pain. I want to harm my husband, I want to walk away from it all, but I am bound to him by the merciless bonds of love.
And then it disappears in a flash. A moment's amount of hatred emotionally exhausting me, as tears roll down my face, yet I am too numb to feel them.
I see him begin to stir, and wipe away the tears as fast as they came, putting on a pleasant smile for him to awaken to.
He rolls over to face me, his aquamarine eyes opening to meet mine, glistening with love and adoration, although I know that love is not for me.
"Hinata, are you okay?" he asks, cupping my cheek with his hand.
I smile for him "Yes, Naruto, everything is fine." I say as I softly kiss him.
After all, Pink and Yellow always did look better than Yellow and Black.