Late Night Shots
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Chapter 4: Lies
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Prompt: After an ambush and Hinata is hurt badly.
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No.
That word repeated by the millions in his mind. His fingers were stained in red. Red that he wished away. It crawled over his fingers and ran down his palm. His teeth gritted painfully, "No," he screamed.
He had foolishly fed himself lies. He had drowned in those lies…took a selfish comfort in his lies. Angels don't bleed. They can't bleed. Bleeding was for the poorer souls.
He fed himself lies. She called him an artist. Someone that expresses their feelings in a creative way. He had let her feed him those lies. And yet, he was an artist and her blood stained his pale canvas.
"No…"
He brought those hands under her body and lifted it towards him. He felt her dwindling warmth. A warmth that he assumed was heavenly many times. A warmth he basked in. She had a warmth that could melt away at his soul.
He fed himself lies.
He became blinded by her light. There was no other light he rather hand his sight to. She shined brighter, stronger than any other force. Her light would guide him home because it would shine forever.
He fed himself…lies!
They didn't come any closer when they saw him embrace her. He deserved to be the last one to do it. They watched the sun die in the moon's arms slowly, painfully. They turned away from his cries. They never thought he could cry.
They fed themselves lies.
Her clutched fingers were too weak to hold on. He watched opal eyes become too weak to stay locked on his. "Sa-"
"No, you'll be o-okay…" He pressed his lips against hers. He felt her smile against his lips. A smile he knew would happen, a smile he couldn't stand to see. No matter what he said or did she wouldn't be okay.
He had to stop these lies. His arms tightened around her body and he trembled against her soft body. "No…"
She pressed her lips against his ear. "I…love yo…" He froze and pulled away slowly to find her empty eyes.
He rocked her in his arms. He had lost the last person he truly loved. He found out that living his lies was something he needed and this reality was the truth.
Something he was just not yet willing to face.
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AN: Ehh... No fluff this shot. *walks away*
