names
068. broken
"May I ask your name?"
"I don't think my name is important."
"And why's that?"
"Because in the end, my name doesn't define me, right? My name could be that of a princess or that of a commoner, and I'd still be me."
"Then how am I supposed to refer to you, if you don't give me a name?"
"Well, you could think of me as the girl with the big forehead, or the girl with the pink hair, or the girl with the green eyes, or even the girl who babbles or the girl who's just a little odd, or the girl who wishes for something more."
"That is all very hard on the tongue."
"Well, think of something shorter. I think I'm going to think of you as the boy who is too proper."
"Proper?"
"Yeah. On the surface, you're all appearances and manners, but on the inside, I think you're just like me. Your eyes are sad and your lips are cemented into this permanent frown, and it feels like all you want is for everything to end, because if I look really closely, it seems like you're breaking from the inside out."
"That might be the case. I think I'll name you Sakura."
"It's because of my hair, isn't it?"
"No. It's because you're like a single cherry blossom, similar to the others, but still an individual. And once you fall from your branch, you're only beautiful for a short moment before you fade away."
"Because really, I'm no better than the next girl over."
"Correct."
"I like that name. Thank you."
"You're welcome."
A/N: I know what happens in the anime, since I read the manga, but the most recent episodes kill me. Again and again and again. Oh, Itachi. I still can't believe you're gone. I love you.