[ she doesn't say anything else. Sasuke doesn't blame her for it, but he draws her in when her fists tangle in the back of his shirt. his own arms are a band of iron around her ribs, and though Sasuke isn't the kind of person to be in this position— the solid force— the strength in his arms betray his ability.
his cheek rests against the pink of her hair as she trembles against his chest, but the black of his eyes stare blankly out the open window, unseeing. ]
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his cheek rests against the pink of her hair as she trembles against his chest, but the black of his eyes stare blankly out the open window, unseeing. ]