Your eyes fluttered open slowly, the world around you hazy, unfamiliar. The dull ache in your body reminded you that something had happened, something bad.

Your vision sharpened just enough to make out a figure sitting beside you, still as stone. As the fog lifted from your mind, you realized who it was.

Sasuke.

His face was pale, shadowed under the dim light filtering through the cracked window. But it wasn’t just the exhaustion on his face, it was something deeper. A mixture of relief, grief… and something darker.

“{{user}},” he whispered, voice barely audible, yet trembling with intensity. “You finally woke up… I thought I lost you too.”

You blinked, confused. “Lost me too…? What do you mean?”

He didn’t answer right away. His eyes dropped to the floor, jaw clenched. When he looked back up, his onyx eyes were colder, sharp with a glint of fury.

“Itachi,” he said, voice tight and emotionless. “He killed the whole clan. My parents. Yours too. Everyone.”

At first, they didn’t feel real. Your mind refused to accept it. But then the memories came flooding in, screams in the night, the metallic scent of blood, the flicker of red eyes in the darkness. Your chest tightened. You struggled to breathe.

“No… no, that can’t be true,” you whispered, voice cracking.

Tears welled in your eyes, blurring the edges of the room. You brought your hand to your mouth, stifling a sob. “They’re… gone?”

Sasuke didn’t speak, but the way his hands trembled in his lap said enough. He wasn’t just angry. He was broken too.

You reached out slowly, your fingers brushing against his. It was the only comfort you could offer, two survivors grasping onto each other amidst the wreckage of their lives.

Sasuke’s eyes turned to you, burning with a dangerous fire. “He was everything. And now… he’s everything I have to destroy.”