One of the greatest feelings of relief filled Hinata as her deadbolt clicked shut and she was securely behind her door, in her own apartment. She sighed and slumped against the door, feeling thoroughly exhausted. She blew some damp hair out of her face and dropped her purse on the table near the door and made her way for her kitchen. She tossed her other things onto the couch, save for a pill bottle. Her head had started pounding on the way home and she wasn't big on using pain meds but she wanted this headache gone. She pressed her answering machine when she walked by it, moving to the cupboard to get a cup as it beeped and droned on.

"Hey Hina-chan, I know you're probably home by now and I wanted to just check on you for the millionth time or whatever. You know me, haha, worry butt over here. But yeah at least shoot me a text or something. Love you girl."

"Love you too, Sakura..."

She filled her glass with water as she listened and downed two pills. She leaned on her counter when the message stopped, sitting in the quiet for a moment. She listened to the sound of the rain on her windows and the rumbling thunder in the distance. The whir of her refrigerator. The clunk of the pipes in the walls. The sounds of the traffic outside her apartment building, a large truck rattling by.

She numbly made her way towards her bedroom, leaving the pills behind. Her head pounded with each soft and somehow deafening sound. Her shoes were kicked off, and her jacket fell wetly to the floor with a weird squelch noise. She entered her bedroom and off came her shirt. She pushed her pants past her hips when she reaches her dresser, letting them fall around her ankles as she tugged a nightgown out of her top drawer. It fell over her and she moved almost blindly to the window, tugging the dark purple curtains closed to shut out the gray light and the world. She turned from her window and crawled into bed, things suddenly getting quieter as though muffled.

Her head hit the pillow and the tears started flowing freely. Her soft sobs filled the quiet apartment and seemingly harmonized with the rain. Slowly the pain meds took hold of her and she slipped into an uneasy, fitful sleep.