I don’t know if this is reality or a dream

The boy says

suffer

So you do. 

Your body an offering

My name my dear saint, is hateful to myself, because it is an enemy to you // You won't be an Uchiha and I won't be the nine-tails Jinchuriki. We will be free of our burdens.

You are too well tangled in my soul.

i am mouthing something too heavy even for this steady night to shoulder. ‘this is not a joke.’ i mouth. ‘love me. love me.’

a single star is uttered,and i

think          

of you