A/N I blame the icons! And an overload of Naruto drabbles…
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Unrequited
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Her eyes are closed and Shizuka is not so sure they'll open again.
And her blonde locks fall over the pillow, and her purple irises are hidden behind closed lids, and her skin is perfect and pale and warm to the touch as her fingers ghost over the side of her face, and her lips are parted ever so slightly and she looks oh-so-kissable…
So she kisses her. Leans across her motionless body and softly touches their lips together.
And when she pulls back, she finds herself crying.
Because unrequited love hurts like nothing else.
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