[ she knew that he was, that he had been, and she didn't want Sasuke to lie to her, not really. part of her wanted the blind comfort of maybe, but there was no real solace to be found in that sort of gesture. rather, ultimately, it would be more painful to hold out hope for something that likely wouldn't come to pass. arrivals had been few and far between these days as it was.
her eyes drift down again, staring at line after line of error messages from when she had tried to contact him. it felt like permanence to stop, as though if she didn't continue trying, it really was goodbye.
even still-
her hands move, reach, dropping her mirror down onto the nearby table before she turns toward Sasuke. it takes very few steps to reach him before her hand is reaching out for his, for something, because there's a certain desolation in losing your partner that can't be explained. ]
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her eyes drift down again, staring at line after line of error messages from when she had tried to contact him. it felt like permanence to stop, as though if she didn't continue trying, it really was goodbye.
even still-
her hands move, reach, dropping her mirror down onto the nearby table before she turns toward Sasuke. it takes very few steps to reach him before her hand is reaching out for his, for something, because there's a certain desolation in losing your partner that can't be explained. ]