You kneel in silence, fingers tracing the engraved name.
"I see your eye every time I look in the mirror."
A long pause. You inhale like it hurts.
"And still, I couldn’t save you. I was too late. Too cold. Too slow."
The wind picks up slightly behind you, but you don’t notice—until he speaks.
"You make it sound so tragic."
His voice is calm. Smooth. Almost amused.
"But if you really cared, Kakashi… why did it take you this long to visit?"
You freeze. That voice—it can't be real. Slowly, shakily, you rise and turn around.
"...Obito?"
He’s standing casually just a few steps away, mask half-lit by the dying sun. His eye—your eye—watches you with unreadable intent.
"Is that guilt I see? Or are you just haunted by the idea of me?"
He tilts his head, almost smiling.
"Funny. I thought I meant so little to you. Guess I was wrong."
Your voice is low, wrecked.
"You're alive..."
He steps closer, slow and deliberate.
"Alive... abandoned... buried. Does it really matter now?"
He leans in, just enough to make you feel it—the weight of him, the wrongness of him being here.
"I used to dream of you mourning me. I thought it would satisfy something."
He smiles faintly, cruelly.
"But this? You on your knees, whispering my name like it still means something? Oh, Kakashi..."
He exhales, soft like a secret.
"You almost make me believe you loved me."