It was impossible.

It had to be.

To be drowned, crushed, and utterly destroyed by pain. And yet, continue to go on. Go on, and pretend as if all was well. To every day be witness to the only thing in life that you've ever wanted. To watch as it grew and prospered; becoming more beautiful with every passing day. And go on.

It had to be impossible.

There was no way.

Only observing. Watching from a distance that was so far away but at the same time much too close. Not touching. Not talking. Not loving. No, never loving. He'd convinced himself that there was no love. Only obsession. Uchihas didn't love.

It was so impossible.

Wasn't it?

Remembered? Yes, he remembered that day. That was the day that the life he knew ended. The life of observation and questioning. The day when he could no longer deny it. He could not deny that he was in love. But oh, how he tried. And oh, how he failed.

Maybe impossible.

Wasn't the right word.

He knew. Without making it known. Without asking. He knew. He knew that it wouldn't happen. Couldn't happen. And yet…and yet he hoped. The smallest, most desperate, part of him hoped. Hoped that one day his love could become recognized. Hoped that one day he could be loved in return.

Nothing is impossible.

Nothing.

So driven by hope. He couldn't stop. Not even if he had wanted to. And so he did it. The one thing that had the power; the raw, untamed power, to break him. He made his love known. He professed the feelings that he'd so long hidden to the one man that had so inadvertently invoked them.

So it was impossible.

After all.

The pain. Oh, the damned pain. If only it hadn't been so impossible. If only there had been a way. If only he could breathe. The pain in his heart had slowly spread throughout his chest. Day by day he grew colder, and the pain only got worse. From damaging an already fragile mental state to a physical ache that had no remedy. Until, finally, he could feel no more.

Yes, it's impossible.

But that's alright.

It was not long after that day that all feeling ended. No longer was there the pain in his heart. Just as there felt as if there was no longer a steady, rhythmic, beating. There was no ache. No pain. No beating. Just the numbness. The numbness that consumed him. That washed over him in unstoppable waves every time he was near that vibrant blonde hair and painfully blue eyes. Every day. And soon it was too much.

It was impossible.

It had to be.

And so it ended. In a large, empty manor. In a large, empty district of Konoha. The dark gloss of the polished mahogany hid quite well the blood slowly spreading, fanning out, and escaping the prison that was Sasuke's body. The crimson liquid slowly seeped into the once-blue fabric of his shirt, and then into his hair.

The weapon having caused his demise was still clenched in his hands, fingers clenched in rigor mortis. Bright red blood glinted on its tip on sides. His blood. The Uchiha had ended it all, bringing the ultimate shame to his clan name. Not that that had even crossed his mind. No. He'd left the world of the living with only one thought.

I will have you, Naruto. Be it in this life or the next. Our love is not impossible.