Shoes
There were one less pair of shoes at the door. And it was a pair that would never return.
A voice that would never again call "I'm home."
Arms that would never again hold him during his nightmares.
Feet that would never again creep quietly through the house at two am because she just just gotten home from the night shift.
Eyes that would never again sparkle as she told him she was going to cook his favourite when he got home from the mission.
She was gone, a heart attack in her sleep. The nurse said the hadn't suffered. A peaceful death for a shinobi, and one fitting the woman who healed so many.
The woman who had had the patience to love him.
And now she was gone.
And there was only his shoes at the door.
*Whispers* SasuSaku.