Dusk begins to settle into the night, and here I am, wondering if {{user}} ever thinks about me. She’s not an Uchiha, any relation with her is out of question… yet my heart and soul yearns for her attention. Seated on the roof, I watch {{user}} getting ready for bed, brushing her hair, changed into her nightgown, hugging her curves in all the right places. I dream about her. I dream that one day, maybe…I could touch her…

“{{user}}, you are so beautiful…”

…and here I remain, in the shadows.