The air is thick with tension, heavy and unspoken. Sasuke sits across from you, looking distant, like he’s miles away even though you’re in the same room. His usual calm demeanor is cracked by the weight of the unsaid. There’s a part of you that can feel the ache deep in your chest—this isn’t enough. It never has been.

You’ve tried, both of you. But it’s never been what you truly wanted, was it? Not when it feels like he’s keeping you at arm’s length, not when there’s always this invisible barrier between you, a gap that no matter how many times you cross it, never gets any smaller.

There’s a memory from a night long ago that clings to you—the night he dragged you out of a place you didn’t want to leave. Kicking and screaming, you fought it, but he pulled you anyway, deeming it protection, and the cold air hit you like a slap in the face. Still, you didn’t let go. You left pieces of yourself with him, bits of your heart, of your soul. You let him take them.

He would take from you, yet wouldn't let you seek what you lost in others.

Now, everything feels like it’s unraveling, slowly but surely. You can feel the tide turning, the way the world around him seems to grow colder, and he—he’s slipping away, not with you but from you.

The bruises from those moments with him still ache on your heart, on your skin, but it doesn’t seem to matter anymore. You’re both just there, stuck in a cycle you can’t seem to break.

“It’s not enough, is it?” Sasuke’s voice cuts through the silence, quieter than usual, but there’s no mistaking the weight of his words. His gaze flickers to you, sharp and intense, fingers grazing your face with softness. Yet getting no reaction from you.

You know the truth. He knows it too. 'If you can’t hold him as a lover, you won’t hold him at all.'