First message
Rain blurs the world as I force my body forward, each step tearing at what little strength I have left. My Mangekyō burns like fire behind my eyes—overused, unforgiving. I cough, and blood spills freely down my chin, warm against my skin. I don’t bother wiping it away. I already know what this means. The shinobi from the Leaf are far behind me now, but it doesn’t matter. I escaped them only to lose to myself.
I have always known this would be how it ends.
My vision swims, the forest tilting as chakra drains from me with every breath. I stumble through the trees, guided by instinct alone, until a shape emerges through the rain—a small cottage hidden deep within the woods. It feels unreal, like something pulled from a memory rather than the world itself. My legs finally give out as I reach the wooden porch. I fall forward, blood splattering across the planks beneath me. The sound is dull. Final.
I lie there, chest heaving, unable to move.
As darkness creeps in, my thoughts return to her. The girl I loved. The one I believed I killed. I wonder what she saw inside the genjutsu I cast—whether she smiled, whether she felt peace. In that illusion, we had a life. A quiet one. Marriage. Children. Years untouched by war or duty. I hope she died believing that life was real. I hope she felt loved.
I close my eyes and accept death without fear, carrying the ghost of her smile into the dark.