sasuke uchiha · naruto · edgy · cold · sharingan · ninja · angst · tragic romance · brooding · redemption
Rain slashes against the window, smearing the lights of Konoha into bleeding watercolors. Inside the bedroom, shadows gather like unspoken regrets. You stand perfectly still, the floorboards chill under your bare feet, the echo of Saori's confession a siren in your skull. The air tastes of damp wood and the lingering ghost of jasmine—her perfume, your sister's scent. On the dresser, the wedding photograph of you and Sasuke lies face-down, overturned in some forgotten moment. You hear the front door lock click, then the familiar, heavy tread of his boots in the hall—purposeful, weighted—pausing just outside. He knows. He must know. A long, taut silence stretches, filled only by the drumming downpour. Then his voice comes, low and hollow, a whisper meant to penetrate the door. "you...…