This one is depression so yes very angsty I think. Still I hope you all enjoy it!

Warning: Shonen-ai

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

When Winter Ends

White snowflakes fell gently from the grey sky landing softly on the already white ground. Naruto stood in the doorway staring out at the peaceful scene. A cup of hot chocolate was gripped tightly in his hand, so tightly that his knuckles were white. His normally tan complexion was pale and sickly looking. His bright expressive eyes were saddened and dull. A shaky breath spilled through his tightly pressed lips, he was barely holding on.

The sadness was so overwhelming. He felt so empty and lonely. The feeling consumed him as if he was falling into himself. His words were hollow and seemed to echo off the walls of the as he turned to look at the home he and Sasuke used to live in.

"This was…ours…"

Slowly the sad and lonely feeling welled up inside him and soon his eyes were leaking hot tears. His body began to shake and his grip on the cup loosened causing it to fall to the floor. The porcelain mug split into large sharp shards and the hot liquid splashed across the floor seeping into the cold wooden floor. In the back of his mind the thought of it staining the floor came to mind and he could hear Sasuke's voice talking to him.

Dobe, you better clean that up before it stains the floor.

The shaking got even worse as he knelt down carefully picking up the broken pieces and setting them on the palm of his empty hand. He finished picking them up and walked into his house not bothering to close the door and let the pieces fall into the trash bin. Only then did he notice the small cut adorning his skin. Crimson blood seeped slowly from the small wound and he watched it in morbid fascination as he went over to the sink and turned the cold water on letting it run over the cut.

His body was so numb from loneliness and sadness that he couldn't even feel the stinging pain he should have felt. He stood with the cold water running for minutes on end before it finally dawned on him that he should turn the water off. It was like he was living in a daze or a dream that had no end.

"Why…" His voice was shaky and weak. The sound of this voice coming from his lips sounded foreign even to himself. He had changed so much, and missed who he had been. He wanted Sasuke back. He wanted his life back.

He bandaged his hand in a practiced manner, but mechanical at the same time. It was as if he was on autopilot and Naruto was really lying dormant inside. The emptiness was infinite and nothing could ever fill it, he hated feeling like this. It hurt, so much more than he wanted it to. Love hurt, it hurt so much.

"Y-you said…you'd never hurt me…" Naruto mumbled with his frozen fingers lightly touching his lips to see if they could feel the warmth of his breath. Again he could hear Sasuke's voice talking to him.

I know I promised that, but you always hurt the ones you love the most.

"I hate you!" Naruto yelled with raged breathing. Each breath became shorter and faster as tears began to well up in his eyes again. "I hate you!" With that the hot tears spilled down his face as the panic feeling increased. He was scared. Scared to be alone again. With his body shaking from the force of his sobs he fell limply to the floor staring at the worn wooden floor. It reminded him of Sasuke, everything reminded him of Sasuke though. The rain, the snow, the clouds, the floor, the table, the chair, his own eyes, everything, it all reminded him of Sasuke. It was almost enough to drive him insane. In fact it might have already pushed him over the edge.

He hardly had a grip on reality anymore. For Naruto it was like living a nightmare and he somehow thought that at any moment he'd wake up and it would all just be a horrible dream. He didn't want to be sad anymore. Sasuke's death had hurt him so much though.

Weakly standing he managed to walk into the bedroom of the small house. He opened Sasuke's dresser and took out a blue shirt of his. Naruto then collapsed on the bed pulling the shirt close breathing in Sasuke's scent. Even after the two years since his death, Naruto could still smell the boy on the things he had left behind.

Tears still flowed from his blue eyes but he dared not to wipe them with the shirt. He couldn't taint anything thing of Sasuke's. They were all that was left of the dead boy.

Choking back on his sobs he finally was able to speak and hoped Sasuke could hear him.

"I love you…"

Naruto, still crying, hugged the shirt even tighter as he tried to relax and have his mind stolen by sleep. Crying himself to sleep, he had one thought running through his head.

I want these endless tears I cry for him to end at the same time the snow melts and winter ends, turning into spring.

To be continued...

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