This is a story about life and death.
An accident takes Sasuke's parents from him too soon, and his stubborn younger brother lays all the blame on his equally innocent older brother.
Dragging his sick body along, he lets his hatred consume him and tries every way he can to kill his brother. But in the end, all of them are the ones who lose.
He died.
He died.
Hatred clings tightly to Sasuke. Only at the very end does he understand that the one who died was not just his beloved older brother.
It was himself, too.
This is my first BL story, and also the first one I've posted on Jinjiang. I'm a total beginner and terrible at working the site.
This story follows a dark, suspenseful route. The content is obscure and hard to understand, so please forgive me = =
And Sasuke dies in the end, too. He just never realizes that he's dead. Kakashi's surgery did not succeed.
This story is set in an alternate universe. Also, don't ask me why ghosts can open doors and draw curtains. I've seen them do it in some horror movies and music videos. It's all for the plot [bows deeply]
Well, I hope everyone can understand it [runs off with a pot lid over my head]
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I want to say. . . It's so complicated, look at the sky