Asuma's voice
The streets of Konoha are always active, today more than usual as the villagers go on with their lives. They are careless, lucky taking what they have for granted. I would happily trade lives with them anyday.
The building which stands before me isn't flash. It is painted a creamy yellow but the paint is peeling off to reveal an unattractive grey underneath. It needs a desperate recoat.
What am I thinking? It isn't what the builing looks like that should matter. I've seen much uglier. I am here for what's inside. What is wrong with me? Why can't I go in? I've already made an appointment and I shouldn't waste it.
I take a deep breath and lick my dry lips.
"Come on Kurenai," I tell myself, "Okay. I can do this. I need to, for Maya. For Asuma." ... Asuma.
My lip trembles at the thought of him. My eyes fill with tears but I wipe them away furiously with the back of my hand. I must not cry. I must be strong for my daughters sake.
I take another breath, ready to take my first step. Anytime now, anytime. My feet stay rooted to the ground. What am I doing here? They will ask me questions. They will manipulate my emotions like a science experiment and record their results into their little notebooks. I begin to sweat. My heart beats hard under my jumper. I can't do this. I just can't.
I spin around on my heel. I'll be fine. I don't need a fancy Phsychologist to help me get over Asuma. I don't want to move on. I'm perfectly happy to live in the past, before Hidan of the Akatsuki destroyed what we had. When he was alive and I was pregnant and there were no two people happier than we were.
I start to walk, my back turned to the ugly building. I don't need them. I have Maya, our beautiful baby.
"Stop."
I obey. I would recognize that voice anywhere. Gentle, yet forceful.
"Asuma," I croak.
He stands before me, his beautiful honey-brown eyes watching me with deep confusion. My heart swells with love and longing. But he isn't smiling. Why isn't he smiling?"
"What are you doing Kurenai," he whispers, "you know you have to do this."
He takes my had, but i don't feel his warm skin upon mine.
"Turn around," he whispers and subconsciously, I obey.
"Name please," the receptionist says.
"I'm Yuhi Kurenai," I tell her and then, for the first time in so many months, I burst into tears.
"I-I need help."
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