Hello readers, it's been awhile since I've posted anything. This drabble is based off the characters Sasuke and Hinata. It's kind of depressing and I was in a very unusual mood when I wrote this up. Actually it kind of flowed onto the paper. I was reading some depressing and angst ridden fanfics and I guess that's where I got my inspiration. Anyway please read and review. I would like to know what people think and please excuse any grammar errors. Note that Hinata is my favorite character and this is my first angst type one shot. Un-beta

With just one softly spoken word you crumble and the gentle wind blows what remains away.

I peer into your soulful lavender eyes and see the hurt and pain I have caused you, which I continue to cause.

You are so delicate, so soft, so naïve and so trusting, stupid.

My harsh words and cruel actions tear away at your innocence and I can't help but not care.

I enjoy the misery and hate that burns in the very core of your being for me.

I pine for the condemnation in your eyes and I eagerly anticipate the fear in your heart every time I am near.

I can taste your disgust every time I kiss you; I can feel the tremors that rock your body when I touch you.

Your self hatred delights me and I want to live off of your unhappiness. I hate you but the love I feel for you is all too real.

I want to strangle your pale slender little neck but I want to lick your wounds until they heal. I need your affection but crave your inattention.

I need you but I don't want you, I want you departed and absent but I would die if you are not near

. I hate what you make me feel but I fear the void, the emptiness, and the bareness that occupies my mind when I think of my existence without you.

You want to leave but you know that you cannot go. You want freedom and love and good things.

You want, no need, to find out if there is something better, that this life can be beautiful. That it can be filled with happiness and smiles and sunshine.

That this place, this world, is not full of cruel intentions, that the sacrifices you made and the suffering you endured had a purpose.

That there was a reason for all of this agony that somehow somewhere someone was pleased and your distress was not for nothing.

You were given away as a perfect stunning bride. The sorrowful look in your eyes as you said your vows gave me pleasure and I was happy for finally having such a worthless toy to lavish my anguish and affections.

The sadistic smile painted on your fathers' face, as he gave you away, and the pitiful plea as you silently begged your baby sister to set you free, will always remain in my fondest memories.

Your piteous cousin would have tried to save you if he was not slain in his bed the night before.

All of your 'friends' looked the other way as politics took over you life and casted you into hell.

Even now, after all these years we have been together, I cannot bring myself to shed a few tears.

As you lay on the bedroom floor, your throat sliced and you life blood pouring out around your billowing dark hair, the knife clutched tightly in your right hand, I feel nothing.

No, that isn't right; I do feel something, something sinister. I want to bathe in your crimson blood and purr.

I want to feel close to you the way no one else ever will. I want to follow you but I am too much of a coward so when the sun, with the ocean blue eyes, burst into the room and catches me tasting your sweet blood, I do not resist when he plunges a kunai through my already cold dead heart.

As I feel my vision fade and the pain drift away, I reach for your icy had for one last touch. Before I can feel you my last breathe flees my chest and I am left alone.

Thank you for reading.