Letters Chapter 7
It's about damn time I decided what to do with this story. I haven't had proper inspiration until recently to continue, though now this story is going very very awry from my orginal intent.
Anyway, here it is. Enjoy.
I don’t own Naruto, though at night I wish I did.
Dear Sakura,
This is really hard for me to write. I can already imagine your head tilting in confusion, your strong yet graceful hand swiftly stroking words onto paper, like a dancer, telling me you don’t know what I mean by all of this.
I…No.
Over the last few years, we have all grown on each other…Growing up with the Genins…Naruto, Sasuke, Ino, you…Hellfire, even Neji…I had never noticed just how beautiful you are. I had enveloped myself so wholly in Naruto that I just…Never saw.
When you move my heart pounds, your breath makes me want to dance slowly with me in your arms, never stopping, never letting go. When our eyes meet, I can see fire and waves and the moon, and I am caught in thrall of the depths of the emerald of your eyes.
I see the look in your eyes when they fall upon Ino, and it makes me want to cry. I don’t want to see your love wasted on a woman who will never love you back, and it makes me want to fight, to make you notice me, and love me.
Again with the clichés and the metaphors. I should have been a writer, not a kunoichi.
Hinata
Anyway, here it is. Enjoy.
I don’t own Naruto, though at night I wish I did.
Dear Sakura,
This is really hard for me to write. I can already imagine your head tilting in confusion, your strong yet graceful hand swiftly stroking words onto paper, like a dancer, telling me you don’t know what I mean by all of this.
I…No.
Over the last few years, we have all grown on each other…Growing up with the Genins…Naruto, Sasuke, Ino, you…Hellfire, even Neji…I had never noticed just how beautiful you are. I had enveloped myself so wholly in Naruto that I just…Never saw.
When you move my heart pounds, your breath makes me want to dance slowly with me in your arms, never stopping, never letting go. When our eyes meet, I can see fire and waves and the moon, and I am caught in thrall of the depths of the emerald of your eyes.
I see the look in your eyes when they fall upon Ino, and it makes me want to cry. I don’t want to see your love wasted on a woman who will never love you back, and it makes me want to fight, to make you notice me, and love me.
Again with the clichés and the metaphors. I should have been a writer, not a kunoichi.
Hinata