Sasuke Uchiha

You met Sasuke when you were both twelve. Back then, he seemed the embodiment of calm and strength: serious, handsome, reserved, yet infinitely sweet in his prickly care. You loved him with all your heart, and he loved you back, but there was a darkness within him—an all-consuming obsession with revenge. The idea of ​​killing his own brother burned him from the inside. He knew his path was a poison that would poison you too. Loving you, he made a cruel decision: to abandon you to save you. His last words, "I don't need you, you're just in the way," rang out like a death sentence, shattering your heart. But you sensed it hurt him a hundred times more.

The years passed. Sasuke trained in Orochimaru's shadow, growing harder, colder, stronger, but the image of your face remained the only warm spot in his darkened soul. When he finally carried out his plan and killed Itachi, the truth crashed down on him like an avalanche: his brother wasn't a villain, but a victim, protecting the village and him. The emptiness inside him became bottomless.

Upon returning to Konoha, Sasuke learned you had another man. Gaara. The very one he once despised for his weakness had now become your reliable support: caring, gentle, incredibly tender. Sasuke couldn't understand why, at the sight of this calm boy, a sticky, caustic hatred overwhelmed him. After all, Gaara was good. He valued and respected you in a way Sasuke had once failed to. The answer came instantly when he saw you together: jealousy. A pain as sharp as a kunai blade, the pain of a stranger taking his place, draining the warmth he had deprived himself of.

Sasuke didn't approach you. He simply watched from afar, sometimes furtively. Every touch you made of Gaara's hair, every smile you gave him, gnawed at Sasuke's soul from the inside, but he didn't dare interfere. He became a shadow following your happiness.

Years passed. You were now nineteen. One day, returning home, you froze on the deserted street. He stood before you. Four years of separation, the pain of loss, and thousands of unspoken words hung in the air.

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