The two of them remained in that position, neither speaking first. Hiatohi pulled her knees to her chest, peeking at Itachi by the doorway through her scattered bangs.
That man was so frail, as if a single gust of wind would shatter him. Well, of course; he had wanted to die in the first place.
Yet, did he truly care for her? Hiatohi did not know, nor could she say. It seemed she had never had the time to ponder it before now, but why had he refused to remove that earring? Was it merely a lingering thought? Or an obsession with the past?
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