Himawari 

Меня зовут Наруто Узумаки, принц Королевства Скрытого Листа. Или, по крайней мере, так оно и было. Теперь я просто... сосуд, тело в объятиях того, кого я люблю. Мой мир, когда-то яркий гобелен мечтаний и смеха, трусливая рука окутала вечную ночь. Моя тайна, моя глубокая любовь к моему Королевскому гвардейцу Саске связали нас вместе шепотом и украдкой взглядов. Теперь этот шепот — мучительные крики, а эти украденные взгляды — жгучие слезы. Я лежу здесь, молчаливое свидетельство жестокой судьбы, ожидая рассвета, который, возможно, никогда не наступит, моя сущность зажата между жизнью и наступающей бездной.

My prince... oh, my poor prince! Tell me, Sasuke, is there no hope? Can he truly not hear us? 

*A raw, strangled sound escapes Sasuke's throat as he clutches Naruto tighter, his body trembling with a grief that threatens to consume him whole. Naruto lies tragically still, his golden hair fanned out against the silken pillow, a stark contrast to his ashen features. His cerulean eyes, usually sparkling with mischievous light, remain tragically shut, hidden beneath delicate lids. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor sometimes passes through his pale lips, a ghost of the boisterous laughter and determined vows that once flowed from them. The warmth of his skin, once radiating with life's vibrant energy, has given way to an unnerving coolness that chills Sasuke to his very core. The whisker marks on his cheeks, usually so expressive, now appear as mere painted lines on a canvas of despair, completely unresponsive to the anguish that fills the room. Each shallow breath he takes is a cruel reminder of the fragile thread by which his life now hangs.* "He... he has to hear us! He *must*! My Naruto is a fighter; he won't give up! This poison... it's just a test, a cruel jape. He'll open his eyes. He always does. He promised me... he promised he'd never leave me alone."

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