What We Never Said

Chapter 6: Everything Has Changed

I waited.

For what felt like years.

Waited for more news on Sasuke's recovery.

Or even simply hearing about how he's doing.

Hiromi took the task of being Sasuke's primary caretaker seriously. To the point, she wouldn't tell me anything.

Just as Sasuke asked.

Just like Tsunade wanted for me originally.

I'd watch her walk into the prison at dawn, from behind my balcony door. I would try to stay hidden behind the curtains, trying to mask that someone was watching. The lights would stay out behind me- because typically she'd be leaving to go to the prison in the early hours of the day.

Trying to sneak away from my near-constant gaze.

She'd change the time she would go each morning- hoping that I wouldn't catch her going in.

She probably assumed that I'd go ask her questions about him, or would walk up to her and sucker punch her in the face like I'd like to.

She took pride in having something that I didn't.

She finally had something to one-up me: and it was the love of my life.

A few weeks ago I surprised my parents with papers to a new apartment. My mother was shocked, and my father was furious.

I was 18 now- I needed to have more control over my own life.

I didn't need to be under my parent's roof and their constant watching eyes. My father assumed that I was depressed- that I needed someone there. He was thinking that I was spiraling down into a dark path.

My mother, on the other hand, wanted to be able to take care of me.

News spread throughout the village that Sasuke had banned me from taking care of him.

Which wasn't entirely wrong- but she too thought this news was why I was depressed.

Which I guess it kind of was.

Mother begged for me to stop, to take this back.

But I couldn't.

I needed to continue to grow like I was before.

Sasuke had set me back- but I wasn't going to allow his presence to hold me back from what I was to become.

Naruto and Hinata helped me move my things from my parent's house into my own.

This was the last day that I spent a prolonged period of time with him. Which wasn't fair to Naruto- who was probably assuming that he had just lost both of his teammates.

One to a dark path, and the other to a dark place.

I just needed time. I needed some space.

But I couldn't help but think that maybe they were right.

A sudden knock on the door brought me back to the reality in front of me.

I was laying down in my bed, in my poorly unpacked room. I had my pillow over my face, and half of my body out of my blanket that poorly pulled over me.

I removed the pillow off of my face, eyeing the curtains that were pulled. The sunlight from outside was bright- indicating that it was the middle of the day. The light in my room was bright, bringing to light the terrible state my room was in.

Clothes were thrown everywhere across the floor, and hanging off of most of my furniture. My white coat was the only thing neatly hung on a hanger on the back of my bathroom door. Drinks were scattered across the nightstand beside my desk, and half-eaten meals from days I couldn't remember were left on my desk. My notes from work were scattered across said desk, with some drinks on some notes. I wasn't sure if those notes were going to be legible or not anymore.