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well I'm not sure if it's too late, if it is it's ok but the genre would be horror, rating T or up, preferably an AU and for the theme well it can be the effects of loss (of corse the characters are Sasori x Deidara) again I apologize for not responding in time and do not blame you if you have redrawn. Thank you and happy holidays!~

It was everywhere. The pity, the looks from others that thought him to be weak. The words, "I'm so sorry for your loss." and, "I'm here if you need someone to talk to." One woman went even as far as to say, "Maybe you should see someone? Like a therapist?"

Did one death make him so emotionally unstable? Did that mean that he needed help? His fiancé had died, that was true but that did not mean that he was a mess. Someone even mentioned to him that he looked like nothing had affected him and asked if he was okay. What a stupid question. Of course he wasn't okay but he wasn't going to lose his cool. Not yet.

Sasori was always composed. When he woke up in the hospital with nearly half his body mummified in bandages and casts, he had to listen to the doctor as he told him that the passenger did not survive. At that moment it felt like someone had done a vivisection on him, ruined him, and put everything back incorrectly. He was told later on that a teen was texting on her phone when she hit them. She and her family even came to funeral to apologize and offer condolences, but when they came up to Sasori had brushed them off, knowing that it was her fault that his other half was missing.

The wake and funeral were closed casket and most of the guests talked to Deidara's parents instead. Just hearing his name sent Sasori nearly catatonic but he shoved it down. His parents organized all of it and they seemed to have most of the pity which they accepted in splendor. Only when they were done being fawned over did anyone consider asking how he felt. The first person that asked, he had looked at him with wonder and replied, "Like shit." before walking away.

He was the afterthought when it came to Deidara's life. They weren't married yet, no real commitment even though they knew each other for five years. A few weeks after the funeral was when he got the attention he never wanted. None of them would let him grieve in piece, always bringing it up again and he couldn't find time for himself to just cry at their apartment. He had been in the middle of grieving when movers knocked on his door. They were sent by Deidara's parents to take their son's things back.

Sasori let them, knowing that there was no fighting the parents who were also grieving, but he kept the one thing that Deidara made him when they had first started dating. A clay sculpture of a bird, plus a picture of the two of them framed by the bedside table.

After that, Sasori swore he couldn't feel, not even the cold spot in his bed where Deidara once slept. He knew soon, the numbness would turn into slow agony and he would do something that he never thought he would. But at the moment, he was silently grieving for the loss of the best part of him.

Description
well I'm not sure if it's too late, if it is it's ok but the genre would be horror, rating T or up, preferably an AU and for the theme well it can be the effects of loss (of corse the characters are Sasori x Deidara) again I apologize for not responding in time and do not blame you if you have redrawn. Thank you and happy holidays!~

It was everywhere. The pity, the looks from others that thought him to be weak. The words, "I'm so sorry for your loss." and, "I'm here if you need someone to talk to." One woman went even as far as to say, "Maybe you should see someone? Like a therapist?"

Did one death make him so emotionally unstable? Did that mean that he needed help? His fiancé had died, that was true but that did not mean that he was a mess. Someone even mentioned to him that he looked like nothing had affected him and asked if he was okay. What a stupid question. Of course he wasn't okay but he wasn't going to lose his cool. Not yet.

Sasori was always composed. When he woke up in the hospital with nearly half his body mummified in bandages and casts, he had to listen to the doctor as he told him that the passenger did not survive. At that moment it felt like someone had done a vivisection on him, ruined him, and put everything back incorrectly. He was told later on that a teen was texting on her phone when she hit them. She and her family even came to funeral to apologize and offer condolences, but when they came up to Sasori had brushed them off, knowing that it was her fault that his other half was missing.

The wake and funeral were closed casket and most of the guests talked to Deidara's parents instead. Just hearing his name sent Sasori nearly catatonic but he shoved it down. His parents organized all of it and they seemed to have most of the pity which they accepted in splendor. Only when they were done being fawned over did anyone consider asking how he felt. The first person that asked, he had looked at him with wonder and replied, "Like shit." before walking away.

He was the afterthought when it came to Deidara's life. They weren't married yet, no real commitment even though they knew each other for five years. A few weeks after the funeral was when he got the attention he never wanted. None of them would let him grieve in piece, always bringing it up again and he couldn't find time for himself to just cry at their apartment. He had been in the middle of grieving when movers knocked on his door. They were sent by Deidara's parents to take their son's things back.

Sasori let them, knowing that there was no fighting the parents who were also grieving, but he kept the one thing that Deidara made him when they had first started dating. A clay sculpture of a bird, plus a picture of the two of them framed by the bedside table.

After that, Sasori swore he couldn't feel, not even the cold spot in his bed where Deidara once slept. He knew soon, the numbness would turn into slow agony and he would do something that he never thought he would. But at the moment, he was silently grieving for the loss of the best part of him.