[ Sakura's standing in the living room, fingers tight around her mirror. despite Sasuke's entrance, she continues pressing at the screen, typing out message after message. each time the notifying sound of a message sent, it's immediately followed by the noise of it bouncing.
she's been trying to text Sara for over an hour, standing in the middle of the living room; still graced with furniture, but no mark that Saralegui had ever been there. ]
I keep trying, but it's not-
[ her voice shakes, trembles, and she can't steady it
no subject
she's been trying to text Sara for over an hour, standing in the middle of the living room; still graced with furniture, but no mark that Saralegui had ever been there. ]
I keep trying, but it's not-
[ her voice shakes, trembles, and she can't steady it
(or her hands)
for the life of her. ]