Author's Note: hello all! it's another one of these really short drabble-like-but-not-really-things. this started out as like.. a full-blown story. as in.. more than 300 words long. but then i looked at it one day.. and had my backspace key do a lot of work, and this is what i ended up with. heh. sorry guys. i've hit a writer's block. it makes me sad. oh well. do enjoy.
Crysthur
It was raining the night she told him she loved him. It was perfect, really. Seemed rather fitting that the heavens should shed a few tears as her world fell apart around her, the bits and pieces of her being coming to a halt at his words.
This isn't going to work, he breathed into her ear.
There is no such thing as love, he said. It's just a chemical reaction in your head. It means nothing; it has no bearing on anything whatsoever. Look at Sakura. Her love didn't stop Sasuke from leaving. Love didn't stop Itachi from murdering his own family. Was it love that killed my father? he asked with more than a trace of bitterness in his voice. No, that wasn't love. That was duty and a brand.
I'm sorry, he whispered quietly, but I can't give you anything but empty words.
And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving her broken as her tears mingled freely with the rain from the sky.
She loved him to pieces.
And every time she fell apart, he was there to catch her and patiently glue her pieces back together.
After all, what are friends for?