-1A/N: 'My dream doesn't exist in the future. My dream lies in the past. That's the only place it exists.' The phrase that played through my head a good fifteen to thirty times every few seconds. This entire fiction is based on that - believe it? I'm thinking I've leaned further to the 'remember' thing. Hee. Hence the title. Tell me how I did everyone! Kay?
Over the years, I've learned that there's days when everyone and everything's relaxed. There's nothing happening. Nobody's dying, nobody's hurt, and nothing is destroyed. It's simply…quiet. And it's on these days that the time passes painfully slow. The lack of activity and sound is something I dread far more than nearly anything. That silence…it makes me think. No matter how hard I try, I always end up locked in my apartment. It starts with those damned pink-yellow rays of the morning sun, peeking in, tickling my face. It brings back the old days, the happy ones, times I simply can't erase.
Sometimes I'll lay around and wonder how things could've been different. What would've happened if I'd had a normal life? A normal family? How would my life be affected if Itachi had actually cared? It's not that hard to think about, really, but difficult to stem that train of thought. I can still picture most of the good times we had together, and with the rest of the Uchiha Clan, and it chills me to the bone to think of how he is now.
His cold, cold eyes burn through my entire being, right down to my core, piercing my soul. It hurts. I look back at him, if only for a moment because I can't bear to see his face, and feel every second we spent together rush through me. The disappointment at his inability to play with me, seeming upset when I would sneak in his room…just being…my elder brother. I miss that. I miss that more than I care to ever admit, and, if anybody was to know, I'd have to kill them for it.
Yes, it's on days like these that every fiber of my being aches. The silence is deafening. All I can do…is remember.
"Forgive me, Sasuke."