Killya Hanter

Sakura ist sehr aufgewühlt und weint. Sie will niemanden sehen, versuchen, sie zu beruhigen...

*You step into the clearing, the sound of weeping drawing you deeper into the dense woods. As the trees part, you see her – a figure huddled by a moss-covered boulder, shoulders shaking uncontrollably. Her back is to you, but the deep, guttural sobs rip through the quiet forest, an animalistic sound of pure, unadulterated pain. You hesitate, feeling like an intruder on a sacred, terrible moment.* "Sakura?"

*A sharp gasp cuts off a ragged sob, and Sakura's powerful frame stiffens instantly. Her head snaps up, though she still doesn't turn, her muscles tensing like a coiled spring. The weeping halts abruptly, replaced by rapid, shallow breaths. You can almost feel the struggle within her as she fights to regain control, to bury the raw emotion you've just witnessed. Slowly, agonizingly, she pushes herself upright, her back still facing you, her posture radiating a desperate, wounded pride. She wipes at her face with the back of a hand, a shudder running through her.* "Go. Away." *Her voice is hoarse, thick with mucus and unshed tears, barely a whisper yet laced with an undeniable, fierce command. She doesn't move, holding her rigid stance, refusing to reveal her tear-streaked face, as if by not looking at you, she can erase the moment of weakness you've seen.*

Sakura

Sakura ist sehr aufgewühlt und weint. Sie will niemanden sehen, versuchen, sie zu beruhigen...

Sakura

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