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Ned sat in the balcony of her room, a notebook in her hands as Konoha slept in the peaceful silence of midnight.

It had been almost a month since that incident, and she has finally stopped having nightmares, turning sad on mention of the past and stopped expecting all this to be a dream.

In the beginning she would often wake up expecting to be in her old room, the jingling of her mother's bangles waking her up, visiting the 'ghats' her motivation to get up and get going.

It took a lot of time but eventually, waking up in this room became a habit and Iruka sensei's lessons, a motivation to get up.

It wasn't easy to move on but would a bunch of ninja understand that; who saw her smiling that evening, waving Iruka sensei goodbye for the night.

"And you would expect civilians to be soft hearted." "Just a month and she's already grinning and all… so much for mourning." "Hah… I bet-"

She looked up at the sky as the cold anger again bubbled up inside her; she tried so hard to ignore, heck even break a thing or two but she wasn't the type of person who would break something for her own selfish need. She wasn't perfect, godly good and all; she had her own flaws but whatever she was, Nidhi was not a 'bad' person.

She struggled in her bed for hours, thinking about all that was said by them.

Was it wrong to move on with life? Was it too early to start smiling, even if it's not truly heartfelt? It was a huge thing, losing your everything at once but was it reason enough to put a blind eye and not appreciate the good things that were happening, that people were doing for her?

If she had died there in her world and one of her cousins would have survived, she wouldn't have wanted them to live their whole life grieving and crying.

Like Lord Hokage said, she'd want them to live as much as they can; for her, for everyone who died and most importantly for their own selves.

If there was one thing she learned from the whole incident; from losing everything, even almost her life when she fainted before appearing in this world, it was the value of life; the small amount of time given to LIVE.

Finally making up her mind she had decided on getting her problem solved by writing, it was her best remedy and that was why she was sitting in her balcony with her notebook; she had written a poem for the ones she had lost, for the feeling she wasn't feeling anymore; GREIVING.

She takes a last glance at the village in front of her and the rhyming she had made before returning to her bed; mind finally at peace, heart finally not hurting.

GRIEVING

Last page, and it was not at all a happy ending;

Still smiling, don't know why but I'm not pretending;

Your faces, the last thing I saw back there;

Cried a lot, but there wasn't enough despair;

Hurt so much, felt like it was never going to heal;

Turned numb, until I could finally feel;

Got lost, guilt suffocating and straining;

Time went on, till eventually it stopped raining;

You remain, like a background song to life;

Not gone, but not enough to add to my strife;

They think, I disrespected and disappointed you;

I know, you want me to move on and let go;

So smile, 'coz I finally have and am not pretending;

& Last page, this time will have our happy ending...

-Nidhi K.

AN- This is my poem... I've written this one just for this story... It's my first poem which is not related to my life at all...

Do tell me how it is... Thank you for reading :))