Depression. Not grief, nor sadness- nothing so simple- but rather a great, raging monster that sucks up all emotion to feed its ravenous maw. Implacable and relentless, it leaves nothing but a great black void that aches with the echoes of might-have-beens-which-will-never-be. I sit, and I think- of dinners, music, laughter; Of golden hair, a shy smile, a brash voice. I think of Rin, and Obito and the blue eyes that follow me even now. I think on that riotous whirl of colour, no longer quite remembered, save for an overwhelming impression of life- that no longer exists.
