I hadn't spoken to Naruto in years. Not since our unbelievably bleak, harsh, brutal--words couldn't come to describe it--falling out. I hated his guts, his friends, his family, his life--everything about him, everything I once claimed to love. So, it was silly, how yet, here I stood, on his doorstep, holding a large container in my hands. Inside was his favorite: Ichiraku ramen.
I was here, doing what I promised myself I would never come to do.
A few days ago, when I had decided I would surely be doing this, even then, I wasn't this nervous. It was a shock I was even surprised at this outcome. It had always been this way with him. I would be sure of myself that I'd moved on, then he'd be in front of me in some sort of way again and my heart would start up again. Move in a way nobody else could make it. I must've forgotten after all this time.
How did this come to fruition? Even I couldn't believe it.
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