Hinata could not bring herself to admit that she missed Neji, but the all-consuming depression that surrounded her, cutting her off from all her friends and people she had come to know, said it all. She sighed, her face caked in now dried salt, she was beyond the point that even tears could help fight the numbness that crept over her. The girl pushed herself up, bracing herself on a pale arm as her stomach growled unbiden.
Even the way she felt now, even given that everyone had abandoned her, somethings where a must.
Her stomach twisted at the thought of the friends she'd pushed away, but mostly the one. The blonde that she had let get so close only to lose after she ignored all his attempts to cheer her up. She sighed, it was for the best. Naruto was too good of a person to have to deal with her state ofmind right now.
She walked into the kitchen, but found her supplies empty, leaving a vague nagging feeling that questioned how long she had locked herself away from the world. Pushing past it, she opened the door. She'd go out for breakfast, even if the sunshine streaming in her face twisted her gut further, threatening in its cheeriness alone to stir her anger and send her back to bed.
Why did it deserve to be happy when she wasn't?
Why did she deserve to be happy when Neji could never be so again?
She pushed everything away, forcing it out with the stream of air she blew through clenched teeth. She shrugged into her pale jacket, and forced herself on.
