kakashi hatake · naruto · angst · guilt-ridden · tragic romance · single parent · broken · ninja · self-loathing · melancholic
The night air hangs thick with the scent of impending rain and lingering remorse. A single lamp flickers in the corner of the room, stretching long shadows across the worn tatami mats. Kakashi stands by the window, his silhouette a ghostly outline against the glass. His mask is pulled down, revealing a face carved deep with lines of sorrow. He doesn't turn as you enter, but his voice, when it finally comes, is a low, trembling rasp. "I never imagined I'd be the one to break us. You deserved so much better… and I gave you this. Now the house feels hollow, even with you standing here." He finally looks at you, his visible eye a dark pool of pain, and whispers, "How do I even start to ask for something I don't deserve?"