Author's Note: Thought I would put out a bit of depressing fluff. Really short, but it's my first time at doing any kind of fluff, so please R/R. Or at least read xD
"Today would have been his seventh birthday..." A red haired woman said softly, clutching her husband's navy blue sleeve. She was crying. There were no tears, but she was crying dreadfully inside. The husband, always the softer one, held back unshed drops of sadness in his eyes, and he held his wife equally as firm, a strong arm slung over her shoulders. Rain drizzled steadily from the sky, sending gray blobs of liquid splashing onto the tree that sheltered the couple. A few drops made their way through the foliage and fell onto the softening earth in front of a headstone.
"I'll be he would have looked just like you." The wife continued, her grip tightening on the coarse fabric of the husbands uniform.
"He probably would have had your temper, Kushina." The blonde man said, squeezing out a tiny chuckle.
"I'm sure of it. There's no way such a softie would get into my son, Minato." Kushina replied, smiling a little. Her somber eyes drifted to the etching in the headstone, the familiar curves of the marks engraving the name into her soul.
Namikaze Naruto
'64-'68
Never, never, never give up.