Chapter 14
She’s angry when she shuts the door behind her. She doesn’t slam it, can’t slam it, because what use would it be?
She with the green eyes and Ashura’s child walking on the same streets. She with the bond that hums in her stomach and keeps her up late at night, remembering, yearning, wanting--
She’s angry.
She’s furious.
“Why?” She hisses, tears in her eyes. The ceiling doesn’t move. There is the same crack in the left corner as always. The pink bed looks dull against the plaster.
“Why?” She screams. She’s shaking now, curling in on herself, and she remembers how his eyes followed hers, little Ashura’s boy.
She wasn’t his.
But he was hers.
“...Enough, please. I can’t--I can’t do this--” She sobs then, and she remembers his warm skin on her shoulders, calming her with a single touch. “This is too painful. I can’t see them again. They...they’re going to break me...they’re going to break me.”
Hagoromo doesn’t answer and Sakura wonders if he ever will.