Chapter Text
Emptiness is a endless black whole
inside of me.
It consumes all I have,
And leaves me hollow.
—SINDITRUST
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
The sink faucet— he idly noticed, was dripping. Sasuke believes he should get up and turn it off.
It’s nice outside today, he thinks. The sway and wish of the trees outside as they dance in the breezy wind; the cicadas buzzing in the summer heat as children ran and crunched on green grass in the sunny glow.
He felt increasingly cold and blue from the inside of his house. (Could he even call it his?)
Inside— he thinks, is not as nice, isn’t as warm. No. Not with his wife currently screaming in his ear. Not with the child that was related to him currently eavesdropping from upstairs—the child, his child that he could never quite make that fatherly connection with.
“Are you even listening to me Sasuke?” She slams her hands on the dinner table he’s only ever sat at once. The wooden table cracked and splintered, and he heard it. He heard it all, yet his dark eyes doesn’t leave the warmth hue that is right outside the cracked window.
“I’m tired! Do you here me? I’M FUCKING TIRED! Y-you’ve only ever stayed in the village for 2 days before you leave, and most of time we don’t even get to see you those two days!” Sakura’s voice cracks as she slumps her head into her hands.
“You’re daughter—“, Sasuke winces. “You’ve only been around our daughter for only 3 times in her life! S-she’s 11 now, you know? About to get assigned her own team..!” Sakura’s voice trembles as she finally looks up.
Her eyes looked tired, and it was his fault— he knew that. He attempted to gather the remains of the cracked pity inside of him for her, and tried to succeeded even if only for a short period of time.
He mustered up flat, and failed. Of course.
So he just took it. Took the yelling and the tired eyes from the woman who he degraded to nothing more than a sad, bitter, husk of herself.
—And all that was left of Sakura was a bitter, bitter woman in an unhappy marriage who craved nothing but more (more Sasuke!), more from a man who had nothing else to give. Only take.
But that was the problem, wasn’t it?
“Sasuke, look at me.”
Because no matter how much he just stood and took it—
“Sasuke, look. At. Me.”
Took the anger, the acid words, and the sadness— it was all for naught.
Sasuke didn’t look at Sakura—
Thus a door slammed in his face, with him garnishing a bruised cheek and the startled fear-filled gasp of the daughter who thought eavesdropping was a good idea.
Seemed Sakura couldn’t even control her temper with him, even in the presence of Sarada.
Ah. How unfortunate.
A blue man walked the streets of Konoha’s pavement roads. He was sorrunded by orange people that looked at him with varying expressions. Fear, shock, intrigue, and even childish curiosity.
Sasuke ignores them all and walks out the tall stone front gates.
He’ll be thousands of feet away from this suffocation like he always was.