"I am in a state of self loathing right now; it was very rude of you to interrupt."
"What did you break today?" Gaara had asked, sitting next to her on the roof of their old apartment.
Sakura made a face that looked likeshe might have been crying, if there were any tears on her cheeks. "Nothing. I just… I was putting him to bed and I looked at him and I realized: I shouldn't be doing it. I'm not his mother. He should still have a mother to tuck him into bed. And if it weren't for me, he would still have a mother."
Gaara was silent.
"I told you; my mother died because she was sick."
Sakura turned to look at Benji, who was standing at the top of the stairs.
"I don't care about that anymore." He went on in his little voice, "I have you now."
Sakura stared at him for a long moment and she might have gone on staring at him forever, except for Gaara.
"You know, you talk way too much."