Emptiness. That’s all Sasuke felt for these past sixteen days. Just emptiness. Like he had been hollowed out from the inside. The world looked dim, the light having left his eyes. His movements are sluggish and lethargic.

He feels weighed down like he has a wet towel hanging over his shoulders. He hadn’t eaten since that day. Hadn’t slept. Losing weight, with heavy dark circles under his eyes. Sasuke just lies motionless on his straw mat in his room in Madara’s Hideout.

Not even finding the strength to get up to use the bathroom. Sasuke, didn’t expect to learn the truth of his brother’s actions nor did he expect Itachi’s death to hit him as hard and hurt as much as it does.

Sasuke raises his hand, his fingers go to poke himself on the forehead, a lump rises in his throat and his lip trembles as tears blind him.

The simple affectionate gesture brought a wave of nostalgia to him. And he longed for Itachi.

He didn’t even hear you enter…