[SAKURA]
Dinner went by faster than anticipated, and soon enough, everyone had left, and the tables were cleared. The high guards were relieved from their stations, and in this dining room, there were just two people.
One who was still seated on the other's lap, even though her hands were shaky, from the uncertainty of what was next.
There had been a lingering question from before, and Sakura knew she had to be honest. She knew what she had to do; she had to come clean and let Kiyomi know the truth. And she was horrified by what the action would be.
Dinner had been a success, at least for Sakura, because she had gotten more than she had expected.
The love that she had felt had been real, the possession and obsession and obsession to torment the defense were all real.
