Where ever she turned, he was there. Whenever she slept, he was there. Whenever she closed her eyes, he was there. His face haunted her everywhere. Whether it was at day or at night in her dreams. When she turned around, he he would be standing there, smirking at her. She would reach out towards him, but find herself plummeting to the ground. Because he wasn't really there. Of course he wasn't, it was all just her imagination.
But that didn't stop her from chasing after him every night in her dreams, begging him, pleading for him not to go. It was like every night she was caught in Mangekyo, reliving the day he left over and over again. She often woke up in the middle of the night, afraid. She would cry herself to sleep. She knew that nothing could ease the pain, what was the point with this life anymore?
Why was she alive, when he was dead?
She told herself that it was for Naruto, but that wasn't true. She just wanted to believe that he would come back, and it would be alright again.
But she was just chasing.
Chasing shadows.