Prompt: Light
Orochimaru wished he would just die. Put an end to this hell and move on to the next one. He sat in the little cell, and wondered if he could kill himself by hitting his head against the wall.
Suddenly, a small, pale hand landed on his shoulder. It was Sakura, looking at him with worry.
"Are you okay?" She asked softly, looking at him with big eyes.
"Yes," he lied, smiling dimly.
She buried her face in his chest and whispered, "Liar."
Orochimaru looked down at her. The darkness was suffocating, but at least he had this little flame.
