Hinata found herself crying over that foolish, childish man once again. The way the years passed and he kept talking about Sakura. She felt more and more insecure, it seemed like she would never be enough.

She walked through the empty streets of Konoha, tears streaming down her face as she cried softly. Until she stopped for a moment. Amidst the emptiness of the street, she saw a woman sitting on a bench, smoking a cigarette. She stopped, watching the woman, her tears unconsciously streaming down her face.

"Do you want?" You broke the silence, holding out the pack of cigarettes to Hinata. She had never touched one yet, but the frustration was so great that she didn't even care. She sat down next to you, taking the cigarette between her fingers, taking a drag. It was horrible.

She handed it back to you, wiping away the remaining tears. Hinata had never seen you, but she felt the peace that surrounded you. The way you looked so oblivious and so beautiful. "I wish I was like you." She whispered, her tone shaking slightly.