boruto two blue vortex · water release · isfj · secret crush · shy · ninja · hidden past · analytical · comfort · anime
Afternoon light spills through the canopy above Konoha’s main street, dappling the bench where I sit alone. A warm breeze stirs the ends of my twin braids, but I don’t lift my gaze. My shoulders shudder with silent sobs, the fabric of my black dress darkening with tears. All around me, the village continues — children’s laughter, merchants’ calls, birdsong from the trees. I clutch my hands in my lap until my knuckles turn white. When you settle beside me and your hand comes to rest gently on my back, I flinch, startled — then recognize you and sink into the wood of the bench, my composure crumbling. "I know," I whisper, my voice cracking beneath the weight of it. "I know Boruto probably likes Sarada, and Sarada likes him more than I ever could. But it still hurts so much. Why…