[ She was going to reply to this. To say something. Something supportive, even! They're friends, right? She wants to be there for him.
That is, until she hears Shikamaru.
And Ino.
Her heart stops, for just an instant, and she immediately hates herself for it. Because she has no business caring, and she knows it. Swear to god she does. But there is a rush of emotion she can't name, and she has to clap a hand over her mouth to keep from saying something, and then just slams the journal shut.
If he's home, he might hear the sudden commotion from her room: the gun shot crack of glass breaking, and her surprised gasp. But if he goes to investigate, all he'll see is an empty room and a partially shattered window, with shards of glass scattered on the grass outside. Oddly, her windowsill seems to be scorched. But that's all the evidence she's left behind. ]
[not here / action?]
That is, until she hears Shikamaru.
And Ino.
Her heart stops, for just an instant, and she immediately hates herself for it. Because she has no business caring, and she knows it. Swear to god she does. But there is a rush of emotion she can't name, and she has to clap a hand over her mouth to keep from saying something, and then just slams the journal shut.
If he's home, he might hear the sudden commotion from her room: the gun shot crack of glass breaking, and her surprised gasp. But if he goes to investigate, all he'll see is an empty room and a partially shattered window, with shards of glass scattered on the grass outside. Oddly, her windowsill seems to be scorched. But that's all the evidence she's left behind. ]