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Running and running and running
Running from everything. From himself. From his existence. From the sun. from the moon. From breathing. From…
Naruto…
He is happy one second but drowning the next. Sometimes he ceases being.
Sometimes he cuts and bruises. Most of the time though he is bleeding until dawn. And then the dawn forces life into him so he can bleed again another night.
‘I love you, Sasuke.’ She said, after she has burned a matchstick down and over his jugular.
‘That’s my boy..’ He said, as he beat him down into the ground.
‘I will love you always.” He said, as he disfigured and misshaped his dreams and reality.
So, Sasuke runs. He runs until he knows nothing.
When sunlight hits him and he is lying somewhere dirty with his heart calm but anxious of the people coming or not for him. He remembers sitting on the porch and thinking and feeling just the same. His skin burns under the sun. May be he will die. Or may be not. May be he will live to run another day. How long can a child run anyway?