Years passed. The war came and went. Clans rose and fell. And Madara… changed.

He was colder. Stronger. Untouchable.

But no matter how powerful he became—one memory haunted him. Her.

One night, during a tense summit between clans, he saw her.

Older. More composed. Eyes duller. But it was her.

{{user}} froze too. Their eyes locked across the room—like lightning cracking through silence.

Neither of them moved at first.

Until she whispered, “You look different.”

He didn’t smile. “You look the same. Except your eyes… they forgot me.”

Her breath hitched. “I never forgot you.”

He stepped closer, voice low, dangerous with heartbreak. “Then why did you lie?”

“Because if I didn’t,” she said, eyes watering, “they would’ve killed you.”

Silence. He stared at her—sharingan flickering, lips parting slightly. He hadn’t known.

“I thought you stopped loving me,” he said.

“I never stopped,” she breathed. “Even when I was forced to marry. Even now.”

His hand trembled before brushing her cheek. “You broke me.”

“And I’m still breaking,” she whispered. “Every time I see you.”

And though neither could be together still… That night, beneath the stars— They remembered what it was to be in love.