A/N: Just wanted to thank everyone for the support.
I've been doing this for awhile, and...well, its been fun. So thanks. It means a lot, and it always will.
In other news depression's starting to hit even harder these damn days. Like a sledgehammer paired with concrete.
Sometimes I wonder why I do anything at all. I can't claim to understand what's going wrong with my head anymore. I don't even know why I'm feeling this way! One moment I'm fine, then my mood craters for a few hours, then I'm back again for a bit, and the cycle repeats. On and on, round the bend, forever and without end! Its rather annoying; as though I've become a prisoner in my own mind sometimes. Sure, what's one more mental problem on the pile. Not like I don't have enough, what with already being this old. Feels like every day is a battle sometimes. Meanwhile, my doctor insists that I'm fine. Take a health walk he says. Go fishing. You'll be fine.
*siiiigh*
Right. Suuuure.
Don't bloody feel fine, doc.
As ever, I own no quotes, references, quotes, themes or memes! They're simply tributes to legends far greater than I.
I'm just an old man who writes as a pastime. I don't make any money doing this, not a single cent.
I've kept you waiting long enough, lets go.
"Its the little things in life that keep us going, I find.
Small events, tiny bits of joy that sustain us.
In the end, that's all we really are, you see.
Memories. Of each other, one another.
I hope they remember you."
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Twenty-First Fragment
"Why are you walking on water?!"
Naruto belted out a laugh and danced back, swaying further out of reach. "Why aren't you?"
Caitlyn flung up her arms in aggravation, but couldn't quite conceal her smile from him. At this angle the setting sun caught in his hair and set it aflame, creating a blazing halo round his head. It was the smile of a dying shinobi, a young man whose final moments were numbered not in decades or years or even months or weeks, but days. Even without Kurama, even knowing he was dying, he still resolved to live his life to the fullest.
He'd done his part. He'd saved them all. Now, he was ready to rest. It was that same carefree smile that made her want to burst into tears all over again.
It just wasn't fair. Why did he have to die? Why couldn't he live? Didn't he deserve that much at the very least, after all he'd given their world?
Vi needed no such encouragement or deliberation. She wiped her face, shucked off her shirt, then waded into the shallows after him.
Caitlyn lingered a moment, then did the same herself.
They'd make his last moments memorable.
It was the least they could do.
A/N: Aaaaand scene.
Once more, we're sticking with the "Embers" rule for this story, and others. Meaning folks don't like this, it won't be continued. If the story itself ain't popular/well-received...well, I won't be able to continue it. I'm working two jobs, holidays are here too, meaning I barely have time to write; as such, I cannot afford to write something folks don't enjoy.
So by all means, speak up! Your voice matters! Make yourself heard! As ever, reviews are the fuel that sustain me. Without them I cannot write a single word. Simple as that. Working nearly all hours of the day keep me absurdly busy, and I can't bring myself to write something folks don't like.
As ever, reviews keep this old man alive during this dark and crazy time. I ain't joking.
So in the Immortal Words of Atlas... Review...Would You Kindly?
No previews here. Time for an old man to rest awhile.
R&R~!
