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𓂃 ࣪ The market was right around the corner, and when they circled it she broke the ice again.

“ Anything new in your travels, abroad? Don’t get me wrong, intergalactic life is interesting, I guess, but tell me you at least find something fun to do beside battling ashy space invaders. “

𓂃 ࣪ Chatter amongst them between couples and friends alike strangely did well in blending the naturally introverted, clad in darkness knight, that Sasuke Uchiha was, in. A thought she could laugh to herself about considering his more than stilted interactions with their daughter. ⤦

𓂃 ࣪ The gesture wasn’t questioned, nor disquieted, but silently appreciated as they perused the somewhat dissimilar home of which they were accustomed. Cell towers existed, a train line, various new establishments—some refurbished—buildings that made little sense all together. ⤦

𓂃 ࣪ That made her a woman, although Sasuke had a way of making her forget that sometimes. ⤦

𓂃 ࣪ identify personally with this truth, as their fathers, the original ino-shika-chō sacrificed themselves to insure the future they enjoy today, and for that she will never question her profession or the feelings she had to subdue in order to fixate on her true purpose. ⤦

𓂃 ࣪ All hero’s are not credited, most, if not all the parents and elder sibs and relatives with the imperceptible will of fire died to assure someone they loved survived to witness the present nirvana. The trio consisting of her best friend ino, her fellow ninja Shikamaru, and the rotund Choji, ⤦

𓂃 ࣪ her focus to what mattered beyond selfish predilections: Rebuilding and rehabilitation. Many children, who are teenagers—like her at the time—some new adults—lost parents; brothers; sisters; and those were the innocents, Ninja, were incapable of saving. ⤦

𓂃 ࣪ shambles of the romanticism she strived to make a plausibility, notwithstanding the shitstorm of catastrophic events—so distracted that again her life nearly void.

She took all her eggs out of one basket when peace reigned again, followed the example set by her peers, and turned ⤦

𓂃 ࣪ No one need shed light on those nights of uncertainty, in fact, they’ve taught her to appreciate the present more than anything and if possible, prevent helpless stints of loneliness in the lives of others; the war humbled a love stricken, Sakura swathed in the decaying ⤦

𓂃 ࣪ Much surprise came once Sasuke took the initiative and held her hand in his, his face a stoic veil with underlying symbolism; he didn’t care who knew, or who gossiped. They were husband and wife and owed each other these precious moments of love because they often become blistering memories.⤦

𓂃 ࣪ The woman in her began to speak authority into Sakura’s bones.

❛ ᴛɪɢʜᴛᴇɴ ᴜᴘ. ᴄʜᴇsᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ. ᴄᴏɴғɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ. ❜

“You’re probably hungry.” She said softly, and briskly tugged the fabric of his cloak.

“ Come with me to the grocers and I’ll cook you a hot meal. You don’t have to say anything. ”

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𓂃 ࣪ “ I- I apologize. “

People were present everywhere and she wouldn’t want for him to be grossed out by public affection. She disconnected their hands, begrudgingly, and slung her back back on her shoulder. Both hands now interlocked behind her, knees weak with excitement. ⤦

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𓂃 ࣪ Absentmindedly she interlocked their extremities in an effort to obtain confirmation that he would not leave right this moment and she not be joined at his hip. The realization that the innate clinginess inspired in her could be a deterrent, she took the awkward route. ⤦

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𓂃 ࣪ It was quite thick considering his attire, but it was real. Their hands, which hadn’t disconnected from each other, was real. His smallish smile, though scarce, was real and genuine enough to provoke her lips to stretch ear to ear in a contented beam of pearly white teeth. ⤦

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𓂃 ࣪ breathing. Sakura had slowly recovered her things, messily so, in her bag due to the stun of this occasion. Modestly taking his hand with a rather bashful expression she sauntered a bit closer to him so she could feel the warmth of his body. ⤦

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𓂃 ࣪ and after proving resilient enough to withstand the perils of an unconventional and dangerous love, her significant other. Words had not yet materialized in her mind, nor throat, to respond with. She had to regain her bearings and that took a moment of silence and controlled ⤦

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𓂃 ࣪ In this moment of rekindling she had felt awfully starstruck, a stomach full of butterflies and warm cheeks the shade of an apple in summertime » currently, she was a little girl all over again frozen in time by the revere held in her heart for this boy, now a man, ⤦

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