You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine it when I'm alone
And so I tell myself that I'll be strong
And dreaming when they're gone
“Itachi.”
The voice that he so adored. It was whispering his name so softly as though blessed by the winds that carry them to his ears.
Turning a little to see his friend looking at him with unwavering eyes, they held so many questions in them. Why? Yet her expression didn’t demand any answer. It was as though she saw it all coming and couldn’t do anything to prevent it from ever happening.
“So you did it. I didn’t think you’d actually follow Danzo’s orders.”
“...”
With no response from the stoic man, [name] walked forward and undid the knot that held the Konoha headband to her forehead. Holding it out by her side, she dropped it on the ground.
Itachi raised a brow to question her actions, but [name] answered before him.
“Even if I didn’t do anything to be exiled from the village, I’ll follow you. Not because, I’m demanding any answers or want to show you my feelings, but to always listen to whatever you have to say. Just like before.”