Decided to submit something for ssmonth this year!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Moving On
Prompt 1 : The Smell of Fresh Paint
The smell of chemicals filled his nose as he took a deep breath. It burnt his nostrils at first but after a few moments, he got used to the smell. He did not look at the opened tub of paint – his eyes were glued to one of the walls in the room.
He could do this. He had to move on.
His hands gripped the brush tightly as he remembered the dark red stains on these very walls that night.
He could do this. He had to.
He could feel beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead and his heart hammered loudly in his ears. He willed his hand with the brush to move but for some reasons he could not get past the image of red that once stained the walls of this room many years ago.
He could do this. He had-
A small hand suddenly landed on his back lightly and Sasuke was startled out of his thoughts.
He turned and realised that he had forgotten she was in the room as well. She was watching him with concern in her green eyes and her hand on his back was rubbing small circles as if to say "It's okay if you can't do this now."
Sasuke drew a shaky breath as he tore his gaze away from her face and landed on the bundle in her other hand. He could not see beyond the patch of black hair but he somehow could picture the contented look on the face.
He could not help the small smile that slowly spread on his lips and he looked at the bundle and then back to Sakura. He started to relax and slowly, he reached his hand to grasp hers, giving it a small squeeze.
He could do this.
He dipped the brush into the paint and, with one more look to his smiling wife and their child, he dragged the brush along the wall, the new colour standing out clearly from the old white walls.
The smell of fresh paint filled the room.