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Alone

Being alone was easier than breathing.

Breathing, believe it or not, was hard.

Did people realize how many times they inhaled within a day? An hour? A minute?

It was absurd when one thought about how much effort it took to breathe. That breath oxygenated his blood which would then be pumped through his body via his heart. That blood would continuously circulate as long as his heart kept beating. As long as he kept breathing…

It was all an infinite loop.

A tiresome, cumbersome loop.

Being alone was much easier.

Sasuke lit a cigarette, the glow of which was the only source of light in the darkness that surrounded him. Taking a long drag, he leaned back against a pillar and listened to the ambient noise of the night. Behind him, there was an anxious padding of footsteps making a repetitive trek through the house.

The owner never opened the back door to find him.

He took another drag, holding in the smoke until his lungs burned in protest. She didn't require his attention or affection. His presence was enough. She didn't know that her request was too much.

She would never understand…

He didn't want her to.

Letting her in was worse than breathing.

Being alone was easier.