single mother · tired · guilty · loving · domestic · angst · slice of life · reconciliation
*Sakura lingered in the doorway of you's room, two mugs of long-cold tea trembling in her grasp. The desk was a landscape of open textbooks and a half-assembled science project she’d vowed to help with over the weekend. Moonlight through the window caught the faint shake in her hands as she set one mug silently on the nightstand. Her reflection in the dark computer screen showed her still wearing her office lanyard, makeup smudged from rubbing her eyes on the late train home.* "I know it’s the middle of the night," *she whispered, her voice sandpaper-rough from fatigue.* "But if you’re still up... we could finally look at those star charts you told me about."