Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Summary: The path to becoming unbroken is long and hard.


Unbroken


The precious memories are all lost in the tide

They're swept away and nothing is what it seems

The feeling of belonging to your dreams


When did my letters to you turn into… a journal? You can probably tell I'm letting out all my feelings now, you know, since you won't read this.

You can't, after all. There is no way to give you all my letters until you return.

Will you, Sasuke? Ever?

If you ever do return, I promise I'd do anything for you. At this point, I really don't care. I'd still love you, or hate or ignore you if that's what you really want. I'd kill for you, or I'd get killed, if that somehow satisfies or relieves your soul.

Actually, I take back what I promised. I'd probably end up crying and smiling and laughing and hugging you to death because you're back.

At the moment, you're not here, and I can't smile, so I'll continue to live in this empty shell of mine, and I will live because after ten long years, I realized that living is much more difficult than dying.

That's right; it's been ten years now. At age twenty-two, I can only remember so much about the memories of a twelve-year old. The black cat memories haunt my mind, but the night when you left… its images are very vague. I can only remember your back, and even that is a hazy memory. I remember you said, "You're annoying" but I don't remember your face and the kind of expression you held then.

I've forgotten so much… haven't I?

When I can remember so little, what would that make you? Have you left everything – all the memories – behind?

At age twenty-two, I can't help but wonder if you've burned the image of my twelve-year old self out of your mind.


Notes: Lyrics of "Listen To Your Heart" by DHL