In another life, bitterness didn't consume me. In another life, my words didn't cut your skin, and my hatred didn't slip into my blood. In another life, we could be as happy as we always wished to be.

...

Madara couldn't say he hated the view. An early sun, shyly peeking through the mountains. Far away from the cities, and from their clans. Even more hidden than the very hidden village they created. Instead of being hidden in the leaves, they went a step further. Nobody would ever find them there, not even if they actually looked for them.

Dramatic? Sure, a little. But which Uchina wasn't even a little dramatic?

He woke up with a yawn, and immediately got up. There were many things to do, while the sun was still bright and early. Feed the chickens... put the clothes out to dry... check the little garden... check the husband...