[ She takes another moment, standing with him alone in the back room in silence. It was scary, she finally admitted, not knowing what to expect in his memories. Would she see a side of herself that she would hate? That she would love, but not be able to obtain again?
Yet Itachi’s words loosen the grip of fear clutching at her chest, gently prying them off with simple words of comfort as soft as his hair brushing against her neck. What would it be like, she started to wonder, to see herself through his eyes, so often unreadable and unfazed. ]
Alright.
[ Her soft tone seems louder in the quiet room. ]
I…I want to know…what memories you have of me.
[ It might be a gift only Itachi could grant, even if it didn’t include the memories of the past from her world. ]
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Yet Itachi’s words loosen the grip of fear clutching at her chest, gently prying them off with simple words of comfort as soft as his hair brushing against her neck. What would it be like, she started to wonder, to see herself through his eyes, so often unreadable and unfazed. ]
Alright.
[ Her soft tone seems louder in the quiet room. ]
I…I want to know…what memories you have of me.
[ It might be a gift only Itachi could grant, even if it didn’t include the memories of the past from her world. ]