Prologue
Prologue
He hadn't given much thought to how their story would end –thought he had reason, even the duty considering the last months. Yet this outcome wouldn't have crossed his mind.
Until the end a part of him dumbly hang onto the past.
Now they were there. Sasuke knew deep down that if he hadn't been that naïve, Naruto wouldn't be in his own blood on the floor, and there wouldn't be a gun pointing at his forehead. There were many ways to die, some more honorable than others, and that wasn't not one of them. It was a waste.
But it was an error on his part. That, he was going to take responsibility. Time wasn't to regret but assuming one's life and choice.
Sasuke stared calmly straight ahead, into the dark eyes of the gunman. The man looked coolly back at him.
In the pregnant silence of the dark room, the bullet pierced the air…
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She hadn't given much thought to how their story would end, never had to as the power was in her hand and things went her way. Worse eve, she was out of her mind, thinking only about the present, thoughts blended with her destructive thinking path. Yet this outcome wouldn't have crossed his mind.
Mid way she hadn't thought much and the rest of the way she had regretted her deeds.
Never had she regretted much something as she did at that moment.
Now she was there, into the back of a car, ready to suffer the wrath of bloodlust at its rawest. What she never said, never did and would never ever get the possibility to do. She had so much regrets on things she could have changed and other out of her control. However, her life didn't flash behind her eyes as in movies or books…
It was her execution like a vulgar criminal.
