#avenger-kun

Hinata leaned against the faulty pane of her window. A thin sheet of glass separated her from the storm outside. One push  and the young Hyuga would be plunging towards her doom. A forgotten lamp somewhere in the distant corner of her room shed a dull light upon the walls. Pale hands rested on the invisible barrier. Cold, smooth surface nibbled at the exposed skin - forehead slowly joining the two limbs. Uneven breaths formed shady spots on the glass - disappearing, reappearing, disappearing, reappearing. This cycle was repeated - over and over again. Lavender eyes pierced the darkness of the night. A gust of wind suddenly stirred the trees. The violent rustle of leaves murmured in her ears. For a moment, Hinata could - distinctly - distinguish words from this symphony - angry words, mocking, furious. Hands glided along the window, and suddenly opened it. Trembling arms stretched towards the sky before listlessly retreating, now, hanging weakly outside the window. A sigh formed on her lips. 

Sleepless nights haunted her. 

Lavender orbs turned a brief and soft gaze on all her past. There was nothing that would distress her, nothing that would evoke such devouring emotions, nothing expect ... loneliness. Indeed. Loneliness was something that horrified her. Escape? Impossible. Involuntarily, Hinata had enveloped herself in it - she had unwillingly accepted it as her fate. No hope, no return, no escape. Bitterness played in the scowl on her face. 

'Achoo-!' 

 avenger-kun said: “I—…” He was speechless as he felt tears well up inside him at the sight of his mother.

The woman swallowed dry. It was so nice to see your little son one again, so long ago that almost killed her longing, if she was not already dead. Mikoto ran and hugged her son tightly, a tear ran in her face of cold Mother Uchiha "Son ... I love you so ..."