disclaimer: i did say earlier i was trash, right?
xiii.
trust
Her behavior was forgiven. It seemed, as a child, people were much less prone to suspect you for being deceitful and foolishly trusting; or perhaps Sakura had spent too long assuming the worst of everyone. She opted out on speaking, hoping her mother would chalk it up to the nightmare, instead trying to think of anything and everything she knew of a four-year-old speaking habits.
'I'm still here,' Inner muttered, dragging up long forgotten memories of herself stored in dusty boxes.
She couldn't help the suspicious, 'At what price?'
Inner sighed, 'You're going to have to learn about trust."
an. im working on what i think might possibly be a one-shot, maybe. it's more mentally fucked up, war-torn sakura, because love her. she's not necessarily strong, but, shrug. i dunno if i'll post it or not, maybe so, maybe not.