She would probably never forget that scene for the rest of her life, the sunset as red as blood, Itachi's handsome face and black pupils, and her own white skirt.
It feels like a black hole that sucks everything in and then disappears.
They are really the same kind... This person.
But just because we are the same kind, will our endpoints be ruined?
No one will leave.
So please don't cry... My child.
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