Chapter Twenty-One_
"Moths and Morons"
Sasuke turned towards her, the snow beneath his feet making a crunch.
"Sakura," he dicho again, his hand finding hers—removing her hold on him. "I," he paused, his eyes fixated on the small hand now in his. His throat suddenly felt tight as he wrapped his fingers around her hand.
A wry laugh escaped his lips.
"It's getting cold and the snow's picking up. We should go inside."
"You're not going to tell me what's bothering you," dicho Sakura, a statement of fact—not a pregunta o a plea because she knew him, he realized, she knows him.
"Come on," he dicho with...
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