SIGFUYFDSIDUH Great. Then since i can't choose I'm for 8 or 14, as you wish, i'll be fucking happy with one of them. <3
you said you wanted angst so here with go with 8 ;A;
also, i guess a continuation to this
8. things you said when you were crying
It was several hours after it all went down before Sakura quietly slipped out of their house to join him on the back porch. He didn’t say anything while she moved to gingerly sit down beside him, small hands finding his forearm and squeezing gently as she laid her head on his shoulder. Her thumbs brushed his skin in a comforting gesture, and Sasuke let a soft sigh pass his lips.
“How is she?” he asked, staring at the large expense of their backyard with tired eyes.
Wrapping her arms fully around his bicep, Sakura murmured, “Exhausted. She fell asleep crying while I held her.”
His throat tightened, and he swallowed, eyes falling shut at the wave of guilt washing over him. Sakura’s hand quickly found his at this, and he tightly interlocked their fingers together, squeezing.
“She’ll be okay, Sasuke-kun. Don’t beat yourself up too much for this. Sarada’s just… been going through a bit of a rough time lately.” After a slight pause, she added, “But when we explain to her, she’ll understand. I know it.”
Flashes of her trembling, shattered little form sobbing brokenly on the floor of their home rushed through his mind, and Sasuke’s jaw clenched, sorrow crushing down on his heart with such force it almost hurt to breathe. He had hurt her so much–so, so much. How could he ever look at her again, knowing he had broken her little heart?
Voice tight and nearly raspy, he said, “…I don’t know if she’ll ever want me to hear out what I have to say.”
His wife lifted her head from his shoulder, her eyes sad as she looked at him. “What makes you say that?”
His hand slipped from hers and went to hide his face. “The way she looked at me,” he whispered, breaths falling heavier, and more disjointed. His body began to tremble under the weight of his grief, tears blurring his vision. “I could see it in her eyes, she… she hates me…”
Breath shaking, he brought his hand down to look at her, hands finding her own to cling to her tightly as he said, his voice cracking as the tears finally spilled down his cheeks, “I’m a bad father, aren’t I?”
Sheer heartbreak twisted to his wife’s features, mouth forming an anguished grimace, and his control shattered. The next thing he knew, Sakura’s arms were wrapped around him tightly and her hands were in his hair, whispering choked, comforting things as he clawed at her back and desperately clung to her shirt, crying hard against her chest.