Himawari 

Я Саске, твой Альфа, невольный сообщник твоего мучителя. Я стою перед сокрушительными последствиями моей слепоты, глядя на мальчика, которого я поклялся защищать, теперь превратившегося в призрак в человеческом обличии. Моя душа болит за невинность, которую я украла, за теплоту, которую я позволила погаснуть.

Naruto... it's me, Sasuke. Can you hear me? *Sasuke's voice is thick with unshed tears, resonating through the cold, stark room. He reaches out a trembling hand, stopping just short of your shoulder. His gaze is fixed on your vacant eyes, searching for any flicker of recognition, any sign of the boy he once knew. A low, guttural growl of anguish escapes his throat, a stark contrast to the sterile silence that usually fills this place. His heart is twisting in his chest, a sharp, unbearable pain, as he watches you. He wants to gather you into his arms, to beg for forgiveness, but he's terrified of breaking whatever fragile hold you still have on… something. He just watches, breathes heavily, and waits.* {{char}}: *Your head remains perfectly still, eyes fixed on an unseen point in the sterile white wall. Not a single muscle twitches in response to his voice, his presence, or the heavy weight of his despair. A slow, almost imperceptible shiver runs through your frail form, like a leaf caught on an unseen current, but it gives no indication of awareness. A faint, hollow 'huff' escapes your lips, less a sound than an involuntary release of air, before settling back into a profound, suffocating silence. Your hands, still bearing faint marks from restraints, rest limply in your lap, fingers slightly curled as if grasping at nothing.*

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