Beautiful
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Category:
Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,124
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Beautiful
A/N: 525 word drabble…not sure if it makes a whole hell of a lot of sense or not, but I’ve been in a super angst-y mood lately and these words just came out…
[EDIT] DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO! KISHIMOTO-SENSEI DOES! k? K.
Beautiful
First Movement.
I was burning when I met you.
Darkness was my best friend, the only time of day when I could safely venture out. I’d go to the swing set and kick my heels up and pretend that I had all the friends in the world. I’d imagine I was seven again, and this time all the kids would want to play with me. We’d laugh and play and chase each other around during our recess periods.
But then a street light would flicker on, and the illusion would be broken.
I knew you when we were young. You were always tall and dark and wrapped up in your own mysterious world. You were happy, for a long time. You had the most amazing smiles…maybe I loved you. And then that ‘you’ vanished. The darkness settled hard on you, a defiant contrast to the paleness of your skin. I never saw your eyes, until we were a team.
I loved you then.
Second Movement.
And I was burning when I met you.
In the park, on the bench, you were there. I saw you. You saw me. And our tears were mixed and separate, because we’ve learned not to cry. So we sit, you on the bench, me on the swing, watching each other, one who never had a childhood, one who had one violently torn away. Even my false smiles mean nothing in the darkness.
Let me reach my hand out to you, even though I know you won’t take it. Let me pretend that you will. Let me see the ghostly image of your pale hand, reaching out for mine. Walk home with me, talk with me. Be with me.
In the morning, you’ll be gone.
Third Movement.
I am nothing now, but I am burning.
Cold wind across my cheeks, the snow begins from the sky. In the patches of white, the red is spreading. My blood or my pain. I want to be with you. Somewhere, I realized, somewhere I left you. And I loved you. And I love you.
Somehow, I came to believe in you. I know you’ll come back to me. Even if it all comes tumbling down. I was burning when I met you. Even though I’m cold, the fires still flicker. My fingers still extend towards you. Here in the early morning hours, where I wait for you.
Pulsing, beating, breathing, drowning, dying. I want nothing you can’t give. I loved you. I love you.
Fourth Movement.
The feelings I had in that darkness, will they cross over into the light? If I meet you, did I really meet you? Darkness in the snow-lit morning. Small smile in the afternoon. I knew you, yet I don’t know ‘you’. Just the silent companion to my nights when I want to feel alive.
We are only children here. But the movement of my heart is driving me insane. I want to see you, want to touch you, want to be with you. Look my way.
For I am burning.
And for what it’s worth, whatever I felt that night…
Fifth Movement.
Surely, it must have been beautiful…
[EDIT] DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NARUTO! KISHIMOTO-SENSEI DOES! k? K.
Beautiful
First Movement.
I was burning when I met you.
Darkness was my best friend, the only time of day when I could safely venture out. I’d go to the swing set and kick my heels up and pretend that I had all the friends in the world. I’d imagine I was seven again, and this time all the kids would want to play with me. We’d laugh and play and chase each other around during our recess periods.
But then a street light would flicker on, and the illusion would be broken.
I knew you when we were young. You were always tall and dark and wrapped up in your own mysterious world. You were happy, for a long time. You had the most amazing smiles…maybe I loved you. And then that ‘you’ vanished. The darkness settled hard on you, a defiant contrast to the paleness of your skin. I never saw your eyes, until we were a team.
I loved you then.
Second Movement.
And I was burning when I met you.
In the park, on the bench, you were there. I saw you. You saw me. And our tears were mixed and separate, because we’ve learned not to cry. So we sit, you on the bench, me on the swing, watching each other, one who never had a childhood, one who had one violently torn away. Even my false smiles mean nothing in the darkness.
Let me reach my hand out to you, even though I know you won’t take it. Let me pretend that you will. Let me see the ghostly image of your pale hand, reaching out for mine. Walk home with me, talk with me. Be with me.
In the morning, you’ll be gone.
Third Movement.
I am nothing now, but I am burning.
Cold wind across my cheeks, the snow begins from the sky. In the patches of white, the red is spreading. My blood or my pain. I want to be with you. Somewhere, I realized, somewhere I left you. And I loved you. And I love you.
Somehow, I came to believe in you. I know you’ll come back to me. Even if it all comes tumbling down. I was burning when I met you. Even though I’m cold, the fires still flicker. My fingers still extend towards you. Here in the early morning hours, where I wait for you.
Pulsing, beating, breathing, drowning, dying. I want nothing you can’t give. I loved you. I love you.
Fourth Movement.
The feelings I had in that darkness, will they cross over into the light? If I meet you, did I really meet you? Darkness in the snow-lit morning. Small smile in the afternoon. I knew you, yet I don’t know ‘you’. Just the silent companion to my nights when I want to feel alive.
We are only children here. But the movement of my heart is driving me insane. I want to see you, want to touch you, want to be with you. Look my way.
For I am burning.
And for what it’s worth, whatever I felt that night…
Fifth Movement.
Surely, it must have been beautiful…