she sees it in his hand and just —
the world stops spinning. the stars are still. the moon stares. her heart stops beating. air is free of oxygen.
he isn't doing anything wrong. nothing in their home has been off-limits to him ; that isn't the kind of people she and her uncles are. sasuke is a member of the family as long as he wants to be , arms open , without limit or boundary. he is allowed to go and do as he pleases so long as he pitches in every now and then — helps with inventory , pulls a few noodles , sweeps the restaurant when dada isn't around. he is allowed to explore and discovery however he wants ; that's the whole appeal of being somewhere NEW , to figure out how the rest of the world works and now people are different but so very the same.
but she can't help the way she reacts.
the way the world shrinks to just this. just the singular urn , already so small and somehow smaller in his hand. no one's supposed to know about it. no one's supposed to TOUCH it. she couldn't protect them when they left , she was too small , but she was supposed to be able to do this — protect them now , when they're nothing but dust and ash in child's urn because there wasn't enough left of them to each fill their own. she didn't even know sasuke was upstairs. didn't know he might be near it. didn't know it might catch his attention , that he might hold it. it's her job to know and she didn't.
the world is spinning again. FAST. too fast. pucca tries to breathe , tries to make air fill her lungs in some meaningful way that gets oxygen into her , but all she can do is stare at her parents' remains in sasuke's hand.
breathe. in. out. in. out. in. out.
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