[ when he moves, her own arms shift, hands falling to rest just above his elbows. she knows that they need to, that eventually is has to be more than just them, but Sakura feels the weight of having to spread the grief. she's done it enough in their world, but it's never so personal. ]
[ he's quiet for a long moment, letting herself pull out of his arms (but not away). his hands stay loose on her waist. if he were any other person, maybe he would lie.
but Sasuke feels each and every loss like a jagged cut on his skin, in his heart. they bleed and they ache and they never heal over. ]
[ part of her realizes that she's doing the same thing by staying in Death City once the war ends, that she's saying goodbye to all of her other friends, the rest of her family. but it feels different somehow; maybe because that's her choice and this one wasn't.
(maybe it's because the spaces left behind from the absence of those people pales in comparison to what her team gives her.) ]
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Things like this- They never get any easier.
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but Sasuke feels each and every loss like a jagged cut on his skin, in his heart. they bleed and they ache and they never heal over. ]
No.
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(maybe it's because the spaces left behind from the absence of those people pales in comparison to what her team gives her.) ]
Thank you for being here.