Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
Pairing: SasukeXHinata
Winter Love
Melt my frozen heart
Don't you dare cry now, my love
Tears will only freeze
He was frozen. He was a boy stuck in a block of ice. But she came. She melted the ice.
"It doesn't hurt," a cobalt haired boy stated, not showing any trace of pain on his face. But it stung. His tears stung. It was like pouring salt into the open wounds.
"Hold still," she whispered, taking a wet cloth from the bowl of warm water. He clenched his fists as she gently dabbed his cuts. He pushed her away, a burning sensation causing more tears to fall.
"I don't need your help," he sneered, onyx eyes glaring at her cloth covered in crimson smears. Ignoring his statement, her trembling hand reached up to tuck strands of hair behind his ears. "Get away from me!" the boy said in a low tone of voice.
Embracing his body, she warmed the ice cold skin. Refusing to let go, she shivered. He realized. He now knew just how cold he was. She showed him with her warmth. He was numb for all this time. After being tossed aside into the snow, he had been frozen. He had frozen his tears and letting them out for the first time, they stung.
But it was still cold outside. If he let out the tears, he would only freeze, just like before. He refused to cry anymore. Still, he began to warm up and slowly his heart began to beat once more.
"Here," he mumbled, shoving a box into her hands. She blinked a few times before smiling gently, a rosette blush creeping across her pal cheeks. Opening the box, the girl found a violet scarf and a white ribbon. Eyes sparkling with pure joy, tears began to form. Suppressing the urge to cry, the girl bowed slightly.
"Arigato, Sasuke-san," the indigo haired girl thanked.
"I'm sorry," he apologized looking away from her tear stained face. "I didn't mean to…you are crying," the boy with midnight blue hair mentioned.
"I am happy," she explained.
His heart now beat steadily. Her tears began to cool her body, the cold wind dusting ice on her skin.
She didn't stir. He knelt down beside her. Her chest rose slowly and when she exhaled there was not a puff of heated air. Tracing her lips with a finger, he tenderly cradled this fragile, broken doll in his protective embrace. For once, she was not warm like he recalled. He watched the clouds of exhaled air roll past the flawless, wet skin on her face. There was nothing he could do. Obsidian orbs were filled with a sense of distress already revealing the future he so desperately denied in an attempt to hold on to her, if only for another moment. He had no idea how long she was lying there in the snow. Pressing his slightly warm lips upon her bluish ones, he didn't feel that thumping in her chest. He had finally offered her warmth, love, compassion that burned more than a fire, but it was already too late.
It was too cold. And no matter how he tried, her body was still icy. She was frozen.
Clutching the ribbon in his fists, nothing but the silence engulfed his body. Snowflakes were dusting his hands, melting into droplets of snow. The last time he saw her, they sparkled like gems in her eyelashes. She was always so beautiful. It was distant now. It was far off. Letting go of the ribbon, he let a tear roll down his face knowing that the seemingly meaningless bead of sorrow would soon carry him off as well.
Icy cold droplets of overflowing emotion drenched his being with sorrow. It was just like before. His heart was slowing down.
Sitting alone on the bench in the middle of the park, his body went numb. It was better that way. The stinging went away. His thoughts slowed down. His eyes shut. Every time he sealed them, it was harder and harder for them to open. So he sat there, daydreaming with his eyes closed. He wasn't sure if he was awake anymore. He wasn't sure of anything anymore. The line between reality and fantasy was blurred. It hurt less that way. Nothing made sense anymore.
One moment a tender 'I love you'. The next second, his hands were over his head in an attempt to block out the words. Those words cut. Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. What a lie? Whoever came up with that knew nothing. Words hurt more than anything. Words were more powerful than anything else. Words buzzed in his head. They would never stop. Just stop. Why would they not stop? Why do they keep repeating? He knew already! He knew he was dumb! He knew he should die! He knew he was worthless! He knew, so why wouldn't they stop?
Stop! Why would everything not stop? Please just stop. If he stopped breathing the pain would leave too. If he stopped living, all the crying would stop. They would be happy. They would live in their perfect world. They would be perfect. They didn't need him. Nobody needed him. He didn't need this pain. He didn't want this pain. He wanted love. He wanted comfort. No, he needed it. He needed it. He was stopping. He was going to stop dead in his tracks. He was going to vanish.
Vanish. He was going to vanish just like her. Just like his beloved. No. She didn't vanish. She was remembered. He remembered her. So as long as someone held her memory, she was never gone. But it still hurt. No more smiles. No more kisses. No more of her. Nothing but the memories remained. Memories weren't enough. Nothing was enough anymore. Nothing he did was enough. He was never able to do enough. If he had, he would still have her. She would still be here, right now, with him. They would be happy. They would be together. They would be everything. They would be whatever they wanted to be. They would be complete.
Her hands fit perfectly into his. Her pale, delicate fingers laced tightly with his own. Her beautiful indigo hair was long and stunning. It softened his navy blue spikes. Those milky white eyes intensified the fire in his coal black obsidian orbs. Her pale pink lips complemented the soft pink blush that dusted her cheeks. They fit together like puzzle pieces. They were connected. She was his. He was hers. That was the only truth he knew. That was the only truth he could accept.
Ignorance is bliss. Oh, how he wished for ignorance all these years. Then, he would never have to face reality head on. Then he would be like her. No. She was not ignorant. She was innocent. She was an angel. He was a devil. They were opposites. She was the sugar. He was the vinegar. She was white. He was black. She was good. He was evil. But opposites attract. They canceled each other out. They were two extremes magnetized to one another. They were tied together. They were bonded. They were separated. He didn't know what to do anymore. He was on his own. He was alone. He was alone again. Without her, he was nobody. He was nothing. He was already gone. He was gone like her. They were both gone.
And winter's chilling embrace carried them both off, it cradling the last remaining tear, leaving them frozen forever.
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