Maybe it was just one of those days. One of those mornings when you wake up and just wish to go back to sleep. To have the day skip ahead. To just disappear.

That's how Sasuke feels today. Maybe it's just one of many depressive episodes. Or maybe the survivor's guilt. Whatever it was, it had Sasuke feeling even more alone today than usual. It had him feeling weak, cold, isolated, and weighed down. Like a wet blanket was placed over his shoulders.

His chest felt tight.

As did his throat.

He wanted to cry but knew no one would care. His feelings, his emotions, his pain meant nothing to those around him. At least that's what his brain is telling him right now.

He trailed behind Team Seven as they chatted. Kakashi chuckles at Sakura and Naruto's banter. Naruto, his personality as bright as his orange jumpsuit. It made Sasuke feel nauseous, or perhaps it's the fact he hadn't eaten since yesterday. He was moving on autopilot. Legs were just working but no one was home.

Someone called to him, but who it was that said his name he didn't register.

"Ugh, he's so annoying."

"Just leave him be, he's not in the mood."

"He's never in the mood. Killjoy."

"Enough, Naruto."

Sasuke's eyes stung. Naruto didn't understand Sasuke's thoughts. And he never would. At least that's how Sasuke felt.

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When we finally stopped for a bite to eat, I could feel my belly growling but…I just couldn't bring myself to eat. I just pushed my food around as I drowned further into my spiralling thoughts.

Then someone, I don't know who it was, says something. Was it about me? Or was it about someone else? Was it a joke? A jab at me? I don't know. I just knew it was enough and something deep inside me snapped and I was sent over the edge. I dropped my fork, and abruptly got out of the booth. Escaping to the bathroom, locking myself in a stall.