Prologue

My chest tightened; I can't breathe.

It's always like this every time I see his picture, or hear his name.

It has only been 4 months since the last time we saw and held each other. Four months since I felt his warm embrace. Four months since I last tasted his gentle kisses. Four months… and I'm still not over it – I'm still not over him. No – he never left me. I left him.

Why?

My family hates him, and yet, I love him. I can't seem to get enough of him. I can't seem to take him off my head. I can't forget the love his black rimmed eyes showed me when we were together. I can't forget the way his eyes steels when he's upset or angry about something. I can't forget the sound of his rare laughs. I can't forget him. I just can't.

If I want peace – within me and my family – then, I have to forget him. My mind continues to say 'forget him', yet my heart still says otherwise. Clashes of decisions and suggestions from two trusted sources of survival knowledge just cause me confusion, distress, and frustration. I want to cry, yet my tears don't want to fall. I tend to ignore most of the pain in my chest. And with every pain I ignore and keep, my chest tightens and tightens even more – to the point that I can't seem to remember how to breathe.

Four months… and I still love him. I really do. Sometimes, I just settle on remembering the happy moments we had together. Recalling those things always manages to put a real smile on my face. I would do anything to see him again. But at the same time, I'll do anything not to. There are too many risks… and I've risked enough.

I'm not the shy, little Hinata the world has known before – no. I'm stronger now. And I've proven myself strong when I met him. Because of him, I turned my back from my family – a family that took care of me for 17 years; the same family I feel incomplete when I am with. I've been through too much, and I can say it's enough. I don't want any more pain. I don't want to cry anymore.

I don't want to live.

But then, he is also the reason why I am still breathing right now. Knowing he is still alive gives me hope that we would meet again… soon.

We are miles apart now. Everything that happened started with a kiss…

A/N: My first fanfic. No flames please. T.T

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Characters of Naruto.

Story is based on a real life situation which happened to a very close friend of mine. Comments and Reviews are welcomed. :3