𝐘𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 || 𝐒𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞. 𝐔

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟓

Few months later

The water beats at the bank feel gentle and reside carefully to avoid over-soaking it. The air is fresh and overwhelming with cool gushes of wind blowing past, provoking the trees to yawn and sometimes sleep. It was a lovely day and perfect for a picnic at Lake.

The grass was soft and green, reserved for those who wanted to lie down or sit. A sweet aroma of flowers overflowed nearby like shining light but was hidden by the untrimmed bushes and wildly growing trees. Up above me was the beautiful, high noon blue sky spotted with fluffy clouds.

Sasuke's head was resting on my lap, he happened to be distracted by the water; a rhythmic ongoing resemblance of rhythm in his heart.

The water was calm and beautiful in every aspect. To me he was like a wave, never stopping to catch attention or go unnoticed.

Every time sasuke leaves for a mission I couldn't help but feel uneasy and worried.

Far away from Konoha, on a mission to the unknown.

Distance makes things tough, distance isn't just miles, Distance is just the void that is created between two people because of a lot of things.

Emotional void.

void of communication, trust, words, and understanding...

Distance between two hearts is scarier.

Then the distance between two places.

We ain't the perfect couples, distance makes stuff harder to deal with.

Of course, sometimes a clash of opinions or disagreement occurred due to his jealousy and possessiveness.

Possessiveness is fundamentally a fear of loss.

Possessive people worry that their partners will leave them. This creates feelings of fear, anger, and sadness.

Which has indeed caused some short-term roughness in our relationship.

"You're perfect..."

"No, I'm not."

After my heart broke, I could never accept being loved.

Every thank you for a compliment was replaced with a sarcastic laugh.

Every you look beautiful was cut off with oh no.

I'm not perfect, I never was and I doubt I ever will be.

But aren't we all?

Aren't we all just a little too broken to be called perfect?

Won't we just shatter if we began to speak our truth - about how life has given us more pain than happiness?

I gently caress his head as he takes a deep breath.