The slam echoes throughout my apartment and my heart beats loudly in my chest. I crawl into my bathroom breathing heavily. It must just be a random panic attack, right? There is no way something must be wrong. I mean everything was finally getting better, wasn't it?

The next morning I find myself in my bed. Wasn't I in my bathroom last time I remembered? What happened? I groan and try to stand up, only to find out that my body only falls in response.

Looking outside my window drowsily, I find that it's about morning the next day. It might be because I didn't eat much yesterday and went a little too hard on the training. I'm sure the panic attack didn't help. I can hear the sound of pots clanging in the kitchen.

Wait, what?

I try to pull myself up more frantically, I don't want anyone to see me in this state! Looking around desperately I realize that I feel more cold than usual... my sweatshirt is gone? Oh no! The cuts; what if someone saw them? Finding another sweatshirt on the ground, I pull it on and try to find the energy to keep moving.

The noise in the kitchen stops as footsteps start to get closer. "I can't believe you even tried to get out of bed, idiot," came a monotone voice from my doorway. There, Sasuke was leaning on the door frame and watching me. The bags under his eyes were even more prominent in the morning.

He sighed and walked over to me, pushing me back down onto the bed. "Rest, we can talk about everything later."

The darkness soon falls over me in comforting haze of nothing.

Eggs were comforting to make. The smell reminds me of home and happy memories. Well, the illusion of joy anyway. After Naruto ran off yesterday, everyone was really worried. I volunteered to go make sure he was okay. I found him in the bathroom and moved him to his bed.

That idiot, why was he passed out in the bathroom?

I really like him, and I would hate if something happened to him. I know that Naruto is going through a tough time right now. He started acting weird a while ago, empty somehow. However, before that everything felt fake and forced. His happiness was not real, only the sadness.

I want to help him. Depression and other issues cannot be solved overnight, but maybe I can help him become happy again?

The lights were like fireflies dancing across the sky. The decor was all white and soft pastel colors. A breeze ripples through the surrounding assorted flowers. Ribbons were strung and gave the field an elegant, earthy feel. An alter stood at one end, while chairs were in neat rows facing the alter at the other. Moonlight engulfed the field.

Two men stood under the alter. One, with hair bright as day, laugh lines, and a kind smile. The other, with hair dark as night, eyes that are like galaxies of knowledge and love, and a blush on his pale face.

"Sasuke, I have loved you for a long time. I'm so glad you came after me that one day and turned my life around. You have made me a better person, and I'm joyful that I get to spend the rest of my life with you. I promise to protect you, just as you have done me. For eternity, my faith in you will never waver or fade."

"Naruto, the mask you always used to wear wasn't the real you. Now, you can be yourself and know that I love you. Your flaws -even though I don't think you have any- make you perfect. We fit together. I know you might not fully still be healed, but I am prepared to stay with you every step of the way."

The beeping of machines echoed through their ears. They got the hospital to move the beds close to each other, trying to close the gap between them. Both old and weak, they try to salvage the last moments they have.

Sasuke's croaky voice manages to whisper out, "This is it. How do you think we did?" with a tired laugh.

"We really did love each other until the end of time." Naruto's voice echoes. He coughs and continues, "I'd say we did great."

Hand in hand, heart in heart- they accepted their death with grace.