He's a highly trained MI5 spy. He's also a fucking idiot. He's bisexual. He has mother issues. He has father issues. He digs around in trash. He has no sense of self preservation. He ran around on a broken leg for half a season and then got blown up by a grenade. He speaks French. He's a journalist. He has fumbled bomb threats on two separate occassions. He has more head injuries then you can count. He's a freak for pain. He's been in a situationship with his rival for 10 years. He throws up when he sees blood. His mom was in a cult. His dad was the leader of said cult. He is permanently having the worst day of his life. He has the saddest, wettest eyes known to man.
I didn't say his name, but he popped into your head, didn't he?
Sasuke Uchiha, who doesnāt say āI love youā often, but presses his forehead to yours in rare, quiet momentsāhis silence speaking louder than words ever could.
Sasuke Uchiha, who calls you annoying but looks for you the second youāre gone too long.
Sasuke Uchiha, who stands in front of you during fightsānot because you need protection, but because he refuses to let anything touch you.
Sasuke Uchiha, who tells you not to rely on him, but always ends up being there first when things go wrong.
Sasuke Uchiha, who scoffs when you get hurt, muttering about carelessnessāwhile his hands are already bandaging the wound, slower than necessary, his voice drops to a whisper, and your name sounds almost fragile on his lips.
Sasuke Uchiha, who doesnāt laugh at your jokes but smirks faintly when youāre not looking.
Sasuke Uchiha, who looks unimpressed when youāre angry, but the faintest smirk betrays the fact that he thinks youāre cute when youāre frustrated.
Sasuke Uchiha, who rarely compliments you, but you catch him staring like youāre the only thing worth looking at.
Sasuke Uchiha, who always says, āIāll be fine,ā but looks at you a little too long before leaving for missionsāas if memorizing the way you look before he goes.
Sasuke Uchiha, who lets you vent without interruption, arms crossed as he leans against a tree. later, without explanation, you notice heās already taken care of what was bothering you.
Sasuke Uchiha, who criticizes your form during training, but his hands ghost over yours, adjusting your grip without a word.
Sasuke Uchiha, who rolls his eyes when you complain about being tired, but slows his pace without saying a word.
Tired.
Opened my eyesā¦ and that was enough.
The shadow that trails behind me, always just at my heels.āit's always there. Lurking. Some days itās easier to hide from, to ignore. Some days it pulls harder, like itās trying to drown me. Most days, Iāve found the strength to push through it, to keep it in the corner where it belongs. But latelyā¦ itās found me again. Itās wrapping itself around me like a morning fog. Thick. Heavy. I canāt see past it. Canāt even look over it.Ā
Lately, I feel like I can't do anything. I get up. I move. I keep moving. But fearāthat theyāll see Iām slipping, that I lack the courageāis the only thing keeping me going.Ā Fear drives me forward. Itās stronger than the weight. Stronger than the dread.Ā
My body whispers, gently pulling me forward, but my soul driftsālike a small boat lost at sea. The horizon stretches endlessly in every direction, water everywhere, yet none of it can quench me. Drifting, alone, carried by waves that never seem to reach a shore.
I woke up longing today.
An immeasurable need for something I canāt have. The tightness of an embrace that holds me together, steadying my breath, quieting my thoughts. Or perhapsā¦ the tightness of something else, something that takes away the weight altogether.
This has been the duality of my days.
A body desperate to breathe, to walk, to liveāand a soul too tired to care. Iām surrounded by people, by noise, all needing something from me. The room is full, the air thick with voices. Yet here I am, in the middle, untouched by all of it. Unseen. They examine me, watch me closely, yet never really see me. They need things, but they never need me.
Iām tired. So unbelievably tired.
But Iāll open my eyes. Iāll get up and start the day as if nothing happened, hopingājust hopingāthat one day, I wonāt have to.
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