Yamanaka Ino (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
intraspective) wrote2008-01-25 09:44 pm
intraspective) wrote2008-01-25 09:44 pm
Room 504, Friday Late Evening
Her wrist hurt from when he'd grabbed her, and Ino darted across the hall to her room. Getting inside she slammed the door behind her and leaned against it. Her breathing was ragged, like there was a weight pressing down making it impossible to get enough air, and her eyes burned with unshed tears.
Shoving herself away from the door, she stumbled over to her bed. She'd been seeing the world through rose-coloured glasses, had she? And it was all just a lie... Ino sniffled. It hadn't felt like that to her.
Tugging her blankets up around her tightly, Ino buried her face in her arms. She'd been so stupid, letting him fool her like that. She'd thought they'd had something... thought... it had been real.
And it had just been a game to him. She'd be angry soon, but right now...
Slowly… painfully… Ino began to cry.
[Establishy.]
Shoving herself away from the door, she stumbled over to her bed. She'd been seeing the world through rose-coloured glasses, had she? And it was all just a lie... Ino sniffled. It hadn't felt like that to her.
Tugging her blankets up around her tightly, Ino buried her face in her arms. She'd been so stupid, letting him fool her like that. She'd thought they'd had something... thought... it had been real.
And it had just been a game to him. She'd be angry soon, but right now...
Slowly… painfully… Ino began to cry.
[Establishy.]