This one's for you, Misha. First Naruto fanfiction, seventieth fanfiction on this account. Heck, I haven't even watched Naruto, just some AMVs. This is done in Sasuke's point of view. Not much more to say. This is just a quickie fic, even though it took six days to do. If you end up reading this, I hope that it isn't too horrid for your standards, Misha-san, although it is for mine. The 'relapse' thing at the end, in case you're wondering, is referring to the beginning and middle parts with the whole 'remedy' thing… yep, that's about all to know. Even though I did a poor job on it and probably got all of the facts off. Please review.

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What pained me the most was seeing those steel-blue eyes that had subtly remedied me be captivated by darkness.

It was then that I realized how far I had fallen. There was nothing I could do in this state of pettiness. I was beyond helping you.

The rain's descent is fleeting, thick in my ears, hard on the rooftop. I've faltered all too often regain composure, floundered too long in this state to retrace my footsteps.

I've had my fill of blind, irrational judgments. Forgiveness is no longer necessary. I am unworthy of the sympathy. I can find no words of reassurance to express to your closed eyelids.

You unearthed the light in simple routine, the warmth I had forgotten. Without that insight, what will become of me? Will I be left to decay with my past views of compassion?

It's been all too long since we've shared our opinions, our free flowing speech. It's easy to blame it on tension, though hard to make light of the situation without your company.

What I would do to catch you wearing those eyes again. The concept of relapse has never looked so dismal.