[ eyes squeezing shut, Sakura inhales a ragged breath. her refusal to cry isn't going anywhere, though the shake in her shoulders and the stutter in her breathing would indicate otherwise. she takes another breath, exhales it more evenly this time.
years ago, she would have done almost anything to feel this, for Sasuke's arms to be around her, holding her close enough for her to hear the beat of his heart. it was strange how things had changed, because she had come to think it would never happen, that there wouldn't ever be a reason for him to be that solid force.
her hand releases his so that it can join her other one, wrapping firm around his shoulders. she wants to return the comfort that his very presence is providing her, but Sakura never really was sure of how to offer that to him.
maybe, when her hands stop shaking, and her need to cry diminishes, she'll drag him up to the roof for a fight. it's what worked last time, wasn't it. ]
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years ago, she would have done almost anything to feel this, for Sasuke's arms to be around her, holding her close enough for her to hear the beat of his heart. it was strange how things had changed, because she had come to think it would never happen, that there wouldn't ever be a reason for him to be that solid force.
her hand releases his so that it can join her other one, wrapping firm around his shoulders. she wants to return the comfort that his very presence is providing her, but Sakura never really was sure of how to offer that to him.
maybe, when her hands stop shaking, and her need to cry diminishes, she'll drag him up to the roof for a fight. it's what worked last time, wasn't it. ]