AUTHORS NOTE: This short and I mean REALLY short story was an experiment to see if I could write a series of letters just like my other story In Words So Hollow but that story was journal entries. If you haven't read it already you should check it out. Anyway this is a four chapter story but I really liked the way it turned out so I was thinking of maybe writing another story in this style but with a different storyline. Let me know what you think. By the way this was inspired by something that happened to me but it isn't written based on that it just kind of shaped the storyline if that makes sense, but this wasn't written from my point of view.

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DISCLAIMER: I Do Not Own NARUTO

Wrap me in always,
and drag me in with maybes
Your innocence is treasure,
your innocence is death
Your innocence is all I have
Breathing underwater,
and living under glass
And if you spin your love around
The secrets of your dreams
You may find your love is gone
And is not quite what it seemed
-Thru The Eyes of Ruby by The Smashing Pumpkins

A Heart That Hurts

Dear Gaara,

It's been days since we've talked now, to me it feels like years. I fear you've forgotten me. Yet I could never forget you. When I wake up, I wonder what you are doing and when I fall asleep I hope I am in your mind. Somehow I convince myself I am. Deep down I know I would be the last thing you would be thinking about.

I cried when you told me about her and in all honesty I have to fight the urge to cry as I write this. To tear my heart out like that, with those words you delivered so easily I should have hated but instead I hated myself for not being good enough for you, for allowing myself to fall for you, for letting you hurt me and most of all I hated myself because I didn't have you and without you I seemed worthless even of my own acknowledgment.

Breathing is hard sometimes, as stupid as it sounds to call a simple life function difficult, for me it has become a struggle. In a flash in the least expected way I'll be reminded of you, not that you aren't always plaguing my thoughts, but if it catches me off guard I'm not quick enough to stop it overwhelming me.

That's when I can't breathe.

It's almost the same sensation as drowning except it leaves me feeling empty and unlike when I was rescued from the grasp of the water, I'm not left thanking God I'm alive. I'm left wishing I was dead so at least wouldn't have the deal with this anymore.

I find myself, sometimes scrolling through my phone book to find your number and once or twice before I can pull myself from the trance that the opportunity to talk to you puts me under I press down on the button and have to cancel the call before it connects.

I dream of your voice most nights, others I dream of you and her. I stare at her pictures and search for what she has that I don't. The only answer I can come up with is: you.

Love Hinata.

I hope you liked it.
Until Next Time, Seeya