Just some drabble to get it going again. Thanks for reading.
I sleep in a dark and misty place. The air I breathe is thick with confusion and misguided hatred. It is a powerful feeling with weakness behind it. I sleep in a place of melancholy, and I awake in another place such as this.
This waking world is dark too, but I cannot let go. I have been at it for months, trying to atone for my misdeeds, and to make him smile again. He resists strongly in his mind, so full of confusion, though his body betrays his need to give in. Surely the rest of his body, his smile will give in. This is the way to it, I am certain.
If I visit him nightly, his breakthrough will come sooner. I am trying to bring light into the darkness, but I cannot find it in sleep or waking. Everywhere I go is dark. Sasuke's skin has but a glimmer of life, his skin near matching my dead paleness. Smiles warm the skin, a glowing light will spread and he will be whole and warm again.
He is so cold to me.
Why won't he smile?
I search for answers in my sleep. Sasuke has known little more than misery and hatred in his recent years. His hatred and arrogance grows, darkening his mind. I try each night to humble him, to show him joy in simple physical pleasures, to quiet his mind and draw out a moment of bliss. Yet he smiles not.
I will try again tomorrow.