Ch. 3
Sakura picked at her plate of food, mind wandering from the loud party as she sat in a quieter corner. She could hear her friends toasting in the kitchen with promises of prosperity, their faces probably already flushed from festivities. Their happiness was hers, even if she couldn't find it in herself to celebrate a war won on the front lines. She felt tired, and aged.
She found her wandering mind drifting towards war and what it takes. And what it surprisingly gave back.
Rising from her seat, she maneuvered her way over towards the table overflowing with finger food, and began to pick favorites she had remembered even after years of separation.
R&R