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Shisui was dead.
He could still feel his beloved cousin's fingers against his skin, the flames burning onto his hands. He could still see the slight glimmer of stars in his eyes even though he was blind. He could still remember his painfully bright smile as the moonlight bathed him in silver mercury. It was a lie, everything was a lie. The truth is, the world was still crashing upon Itachi until everything had become nothing.
It seemed as though the entire world was stumbling down and sucked inside a series of black holes, swallowing the universe in one gulp. Everything had fallen apart, when the whole existence of the world was colliding against them, against him. Itachi had told his feet to quit running long ago, but the past never stopped crawling into his bones. He needed an escape.
The female sat next to him, "Itachi I—"
"They called me a cold blooded murderer, my own dearest cousin, my closest friend, Shisui. They accused me of his death."
His fingers began to tremble as his breathing became unstable and short. She wanted to reach out to him but he slapped her hands away. She had seen him on bad days even if they were slightly gloomy, but never did he once slap her hands away from him like she was a disease. It was as though a door was locked and she couldn't get in, locked away to never be entered. She wanted to break the door but it shut her out; he had shut her out from his world and there was nothing she could do. Itachi chuckled under his breath, but it felt more of a dry, humourless laugh.
"You're the same aren't you? Well, of course you are, what am I saying?"
"No, I would never! I'm here for you, always."
"Lies, everything, what a fucking joke—"
The young Uchiha muffled his mouth into his hands. He didn't mean to say such toxic words, but when the black hole was consuming his mind, body and soul, it was killing him. It clawed out from his throat, and spat venom from his lips just to taste the disgusting air of the world. Itachi stood up, his feet already out the door, itching the thirst to run even harder than before until his lungs had blackened.
