Sorry for the delay, school has bared its fangs. Part III: a reflection of possibilities. Neji with a changing outlook.
III: Patchwork Hues
He thinks that he has changed.
When he met her eyes, she looked different. He felt lighter. The pain is dulling, and the wounds are healing.
He has a long road to walk, he knows, and though he feels he has crossed a mountain, this is merely the beginning.
There will be greater mountains to overcome one day, but for now he is simply content. He is content to let go, just let go, of his burdens for a while. For a while, he wants harmony. And so he thinks of his distant childhood.
He remembers porcelain dolls and shakes his head at his own foolishness. Hinata is not a doll. There is no doll.
But there is Hinata. Pure, everlasting Hinata. His heart trembles.
He will pick up the pieces.
A part of him hopes to apologize, but he knows that he should not. Not yet. Scars are still clear and the deep wounds still bleed. It is not yet time.
He cannot rebuild what was destroyed, cannot reclaim perfection lost. But he will try. Perhaps one day when he is farther down his path of life he will build new dreams, mend broken ones.
But for now, he is content to continue his patchwork of moments and memories. And he is not alone.
Footsteps. She is coming.
He turns.
Neji thinks that he has changed, but perhaps he is merely changing back.
I'm here, Hinata-sama.
Thanks for reading! So concludes this little three-shot. The next shots will largely be unrelated and random. :) Review!