Missing You
A lamp shone down on Naruto's face as he clawed at his hair, staring directly into the light. He was reflecting, recollecting.
In the far off distance, the lamp absent from his blank room, Sasuke did similar. Both revolving in memory, they uselessly rehearsed who they thought they were.
Living in the past, was something neither had intended to do, but it just kept catching up to them. Every time they closed their eyes, a faint memory would murmur softly, forcing them to fall further.
Incoherent deliberations enveloped their minds as they simultaneously spoke the same words.
"I miss you."