Hyuuga Hinata had always liked chocolate. Every time they would meet, he would bring chocolates and roses for her. She especially liked the milk chocolate kinds. Yes, in fact, every memory of them together involved chocolates. He had brought caramel chocolates for their first date. He then brought tiny chocolates with coconut shavings on them for when he officially asked to be her boyfriend. On their wedding day he had brought milk chocolate, her favorite.
So every time Hinata sits down on a seat, cradling her baby, she would pick up a piece of chocolate and eat it. Neji had often asked her about this habit, and she would reply with silence. He soon gave up on asking her these questions, and left her alone in the room.
He had left a bit of bittersweet in her life. She had cried so much, not even her cousin's pleads at making her feel better or her sister's comfort would stop her from tearing. She had gone to sleep crying, only to find her pillow damp in the next morning. It was only until her baby reached the age of 3 did she stop crying. She had finally calmed down. His death had left her sad, but the baby he had given her has been her new joy in life.
So as she walks through the large gardens of the Hyuuga Estate, she would hum softly to the child and ruffle his wild hair. He looked so much like him, except for the faint bit of white in the iris of his eyes gained from the Hyuuga.
Yes, so much like him. So much like Uzumaki Naruto that Hinata could cry once again, tortured by the bittersweet-ness that he had left.