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(quiet storms, heavy hearts, and reaching out even when the hands shake)
she listens. the weight of nothing, yet everything, shoulders along his small frame. things don't feel what they once felt like; things become dulled down to the bone. hinata, surprised that boruto is experiencing this so early on has her pause for a moment. " .. its alright to not know, " she assures softly. there, an ache lived in her son.
( was it similar to hers? to naruto's? )
" sometimes, we can't pinpoint it to one thing. we feel .. what we feel. "
pulling boruto into her side, the hyuuga sits still in the silence. to hear her child not know where the heaviness roots from makes her own ache stir. childhood, throbbing &raw; a hurt that has long since been dormant. memories surface of kurenai offering physical supportโa warm embrace like that of a motherโin moments of emotional strife. even though she could never truly take away her pain, there were many things ( &people ) that incidentally saved the then dejected heiress.
often just a hug was enough. one's presence made all the difference. " no matter whatโno matter how heavy we feel .. having someone beside you, someone you trust, can makes the heaviness .. lighterโit reminds us that we're not so alone. " she squeezes her hold around his shoulder, chin resting atop of his golden crown.
" you're not alone in feeling this way, boruto. "