A few years ago, my cousin committed suicide. So many people have asked me how I stand it. Well you know what? This is how I did it. Also, this is to help fans of mine who are suffering because of someone close to them committing suicide.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto
Naruto was walking through the streets and smiling at the children running through the shopping district of Konoha. He continued walking, smiling and waving at the people that were surrounding him. As he left the more populated part of the city, his carefully arranged mask crumbled around him, and memories of his beloved's voice went through his head.
'I love you, Naruto. I never want to leave you'
'I'm going on a mission with Ino, and Chouji. I'll be back soon'
'I couldn't save them. My two best friends, I might join them'
After that last one, he blocked the memories and sat down by a shrine in the woods. A week after his beloved said that, he was found dead in his bed, with slit wrists, a bottle of pills, a bloody kunai, and he was holding a picture of him, Naruto, Ino and Chouji. After Naruto paid his respects, he put that mask back up, but in a tear still fell before he could stop it. Naruto walked away, no trace of the tear left on his face. The tear, however, had fallen on a flower on the shrine. As Naruto left his place of mourning behind, he never saw the transparent boy his age laying on the branch above him watching the clouds of the sunset.
'Goodbye, Shikamaru. I love you still, despite the fact that you aren't here anymore.'
Dedicated to those who have died by their own hand.