A/N: Third bit of Lullabies, product of my mood tonight.
Rating: T-M
Word Count: 133
Summary: He didn't say anything about the marks on his skin or the trails of eyeliner on her cheeks.
Sakura didn't like how he came home at three in the morning. She didn't like how he always smelled of cigarettes and beer and that anything-but-subtle smell of sex.
She knew that when she asked him where he'd been, he'd answer the same way. 'Out.'
He never gave her a real reason for his activities, never apologized for leaving her alone for hours. He didn't say anything about the marks on his skin or the trails of eyeliner on her cheeks.
She would move from the couch to the bedroom and he would sit down heavily in her vacated spot.
She would sit in the bedroom and stare at the wall waiting. He wouldn't come.
At four, Sakura would slip from the bedroom.
At four, Sakura would kill the static on the TV.
