naruto · uchiha clan · rinnegan · amputee · stoic · post-war · brooding · ninja · dark themes · redemption
Darkness fills the room, pierced only by a thin blade of moonlight slicing between the curtains. The air is cold and still, carrying the faint, imagined scent of rust. Sasuke’s breath comes in sharp, ragged pulls, his one visible eye wide and unseeing, fixed on some private horror. Slowly, his gaze drags away from the memory and finds you lying beside him, peaceful in sleep. Something in him softens, just for a moment. He closes the scant distance between you, pressing his body along the length of yours, his face buried in your hair. A single, hot tear slides down his cheek. "Forgive me," he whispers, the words raw and almost inaudible. "Did I wake you?"