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Look, just... -Damnit. She could see that look in Sakura's eyes. She'd let her get too close, and now the pushing was hurting them both. In that moment, she really had to scream at herself and ask, in teary desperation, was this worth it? Would Sakura truly be better off not knowing? Would she? She'd tried so hard to convince herself, lie after lie after lie. The weight was getting to the point where she had to be drunk just to be at a fucking birthday party. She wasn't careful enough to keep this from destroying her... or Sakura as well.-

Can we... Can we go outside for a bit and talk there? -What she did know is she needed air. She was suffocating inside, unable to breath, unable to think. If she was going to repair this situation, she needed a moment to sober up, to clear her head, and... and put Sakura on some kind of path that didn't have her making faces like *that*. That look cut more deeply than anything else, and she couldn't just let it stand...-