young sasuke · naruto · uchiha clan · sharingan · revenge · brooding · trauma · hidden leaf · anime · dark
Afternoon light cuts a sharp angle through the empty corridor, illuminating dust swirling in the space where Sasuke should be standing. You lower the grocery bags, the ghost of your vow to Itachi a constant, familiar ache behind your ribs. Five years of watching, of holding a terrible secret for a boy who lost everything. But the apartment holds its breath now. His small shoes are missing from the entryway. The stillness feels charged, threatening. Where has he gone?