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“I’m not broken…”
Those words escaped his lips before he realized they
existed, but he felt them cultivating in his lungs long ago, making it harder
to breathe. His heart felt constricted within an ironclad cage, the pound of
each stressful beat burdened his chest with a throbbing ache. But her jade eyes
perceived his sentiments for what they were as her hands attempt to reach his
shaking fingers. He instinctively pulled back, casting his stare to the
sidelines, grappling for a distraction.
He couldn’t be repaired, a crippling aftereffect of the
trampling traumatic actions of a remorseful, unbridled child. Sasuke wouldn’t
accept apologetic regards aimed his way when he knew they held an icy undertone
of uncaring vultures that wanted to pick apart his intentions and devour more of
the straggling pieces of redemption still struggling to survive. The moment her
touch landed on his cheek, the words poured out once more.
“I’m not broken, Sakura,” he repeated, palm laying rest over
her hand to ensure the warmth was real. Her tender care wanted to prove to him
that the love they shared wasn’t in vain, it wasn’t going to vanish. She was determined,
an evergreen evanescence of her personality that managed to reach him many
times in the past. She knew he was expressing a lie.
Sasuke lowered his gaze, aware her silence wasn’t meant to placate
the notion. It was the opposite when matching her husband’s somber expression.
He had to let her in, allow her to help him recognize he wasn’t ruined. Damaged
maybe, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t strong enough to pick up the pieces. Or live.