Listen you little shit, you better not die on me. Not after all this time."
" …"
"Okay, that wasn’t the best approach. Wait, shit, just listen - you have so much to live for. You’re made out of stardust and you’re infinite and bunch of other dumb crap like that.”
" …"
"And there’s me. You have to live for me too! For the children, don’t you understand? You mean so much to them. Just … Just don’t go. I’m begging you."
"Sasuke-kun," came a soft, lilting voice from behind him. "I’m sure you can find more like her."
"No, she’s one of a kind. One in a million." He turned away from the wilting tomato plant on the window-sill and looked at his wife. "I can’t just replace Miss Juju, Hinata,” he said in a voice that managed to sound offended, incredulous, and scandalized all at the same time.
And then he went back to his begging as his wife rolled her eyes with a smile and went back to her day.