Title: life preserver
Characters: Sasuke, Naruto
Words: 155
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over "Naruto" or any characters associated with the series.
Notes: Originally posted on my livejournal account.
He doesn't bother counting the days since Naruto last visited his cell, breathing life into it, bringing light. Sometimes, the lack of oxygen is so overwhelming that he wonders if he's actually in his coffin, wasting away like a piece of art being thrown into a fire. It would make sense, after all. He hadn't had a bath or a breadcrumb in, perhaps, weeks, months, years – he can't be bothered to remember, anyway, because it all blurs together now like the blue of Naruto's eyes and the sky and how they both seemed to fade to shades of grey as the years passed.
He wonders if dying is supposed to feel like this. He wonders if the sky has finally, finally turned black. He wonders why playing back regrets through his head is a greater life preserver than bread.
He wonders, how could have Naruto ever thought of him as a friend, and smiles.