They made trips to Germany, were they wondered the streets of Munich drinking the countries famous brews. They flew to Paris, where they kissed for the first time under the Effle Tower. A weekend was spent in Slovenia white water rafting down the cleanest river either of them had ever seen. They packed a lifetime of memories into that summer.
There is a sweetness that he felt fit her. Kinda like your favorite piece of candy after not having it for so long. The taste fills you up to the core and as warmth spreads through you, so does happiness and for a few moments, all is right with the world.
After all the years, he should have realized that they weren't children anymore.
They remember nothing. And they know nothing, except that they must get out.
He was never going to be Sasuke Uchiha. He would never been the one to make her happy.
When you love someone it is the small imperfections that you start to long the most for.
There is blood. There is pain. And there is peace.