A flashback of the past and the mystery boy (Part 2)
Hinata P.O.V
Images flashes through my mind as if my mind is telling me a story of a girl with indigo hair. The girl was short, he back is always facing me so I didn't get to see her face but I know that he voice was barely a whisper giggle to herself. My eyes are never looking away from that girl. As I tried to get closer to her, I could hear her giggle fade into a soft sniffing and as I started getting closer to her, the little girl I saw grows taller but not much in her size and her hair tied up into a messy bun which is the same as mine. She really looks like me. My head started spinning as the sniffing sound got louder and louder and its like she is crying. As I am about to reach her, the same boy that look like both Itachi and Sasuke and also with the same personality as Neji stopped me from walking any further towards the girl. He ran forwards to hug the girl in his manly body, cooling her to sleep. After doing so, the paper the girl is holding with her fallen tears that had stained the paper into the colour red flew towards me and then the boy and the girl that look like me had vanished into thin air. I look at the paper that I am holding, on the paper, words are written in crimson red blood by my mother. That was when I realised that my mother is dead and that will be my last letter from her.
Sasuke, Kiba, Shino P.O.V
We don't know what happened, suddenly, we heard a scream and we quickly dash towards the sound and we found Hinata laying on the ground screaming in agony. It must have been someone that had attacked her before she striped finish and enter the lake. What caught our attention is that tears are flowing down Hinata's beautiful face and there is a pain expression on her face.
Sasuke P.O.V
I wonder what's wrong with her. She looks like as if someone close to her had died. Little did we know that Hinata's mother had died. None of us had known what had happened.
Hinata P.O.V
I woke up with the beautiful scent of lilies which is my mother favourite. My head is resting on the mystery boy lap and I still don't know what his name is. He softly wipes the remaining tears on my face. Just like my mother, I didn't know how or when, my tears started to silently flow down my face again and he started to wipe away my tears gently. A sudden tug to my heart as memories flashes through my mind like a never ending dream when the moment he started to speak. That voice…
To be continued…
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