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Water
Water dropped steadily running down from the tip of your nose slowly drenching the letter that was now laid out neatly. Yoru uncharacteristically neat handwriting colored the entire page darker then it was.
The room was dark, a single candle flickered in the gentle breeze; you'd left the window open, you didn't want the house to smell.
Besides, you'd always liked the wind, you'd never had a particularly strong affinity to it but it seemed to always relax you to no end, it was probably because she's liked it, you'd always been outside when you met and the wind was a constant, you wanted to feel the kiss of the moving air in these precious moments.
You moved the letter out of the way, the water was beginning to smudge your carefully crafted words, the ones you'd spent the last few weeks mulling over, trying desperately and failing to explain everything. That you where sorry and why everything happened just the way it was supposed to be. You would be with her, that was all that mattered now.
As you grabbed the cold steel you closed your eyes not bothering to wipe your wet face.
It was just water.
This was about Hatake Sakumo, I don't think I captured the moment at all , I'm mildly disappointed by it actually. The idea was that if everything was 'just water' he would it all flow over with him and follow through with his decisions Maybe? Gods, why am I analyzing my own writing? Why am I trying to appease multiple gods? (I've been playing too much Skyrim)
I was listening to a cover of Someone like you by CIMORELLI, I highly recommend their music.