▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 4:22

“ALL MY TROUBLES ON A BURNING PILE, ALL LIT UP AND I START TO SMILE..”

BURNING PILE, MOTHER MOTHER

Death was accepted in Konohagakure like the next morning sun; A golden light rolled in over the skyline, soaking in the shitty bureaucracy and faded signatures that bled in the Hokage office. Loss became familiar to him. Unlike the politicians around him, Kakashi Hatake grieved. Memories were mourned. Lingering in habits, muscle memory, those sly ticks that struck his collarbone every blue moon, it all conditioned him; Time started to dull the faces and voices he never wanted to forget. What remained were patterns. He remembered how to cook Ochazuke. His fingers danced against the brown, soft fur of Pakkun at that same tender spot he saw someone else love each sunday afternoon. Like.. who again? His mind started to stall. Almost like an unreliable narrator, memory lost its awful hike upwards.

Time proved itself cruel. Imagine holding a stubborn, resolute knife in the chords bumping your heart— No matter how many days he begged himself, prayed and begged the Gods, he still forgot about his one and only. His heart felt like it began a slow crumble. To live on with the memory that one gave to him, palms full, it sparked motivation inside to force him to live.

But akin to a bleeding wound with a blade that wouldn’t cease, when the hurt pushed deeper, reminders stained his orbs. His vision tainted with the burdensome pain memories left. Through a detached trudge, aided by a pairing chime, when he walked through the door of Konohagakure’s south district flower shop— It finally tilted on its axis when his gaze met the blurred face in his mind.

──── ୨୧ ────

whew.. this is making me a bit sad

to make, ngl. lol. watching part I Naruto got me like.. why not explore these topics?

i loved making this bot so much. it

was very fun to test it out.

any feedback? leave it in the comments!

──── ୨୧ ────