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He almost didn't believe it, the bright blinding light of the sun was there... It wasn't hidden by concrete walls, or trapped beyond the glass of the hospital windows. It was there, right there.
He could feel it.
His lips slightly twitched upwards into a small smile as he peered up from his hoodie.
The sun seemed to smile back, covering Boruto in it's beautiful light, making his hair seem to glow, and his eyes shine.
Boruto's frail pale hand freed itself from the blanket and rose above his lap, palm to the air, almost as if he could touch the sky.
His eyes started to water. He couldn’t help the whimper that escaped from between his lips.
“Boruto?” Naruto stopped and watched as his son kept his hand raised towards the sun.
“I can feel it.” Boruto whispered in awe, with a voice so softly that Naruto almost didn’t hear him.


























