Till death do us part
1. Epitome
Gaara was special to Naruto. Gaara was with him through thick and thin. Gaara was there for him. Gaara never left him alone, ever. But these people, dressed in blinding white clothing, smelling like something pulled out of a sanitizer pack, they were all telling him that Gaara was gone, and that he would never be coming back. Ever. Lies, they were all lies. Because He and Gaara were one- one of a kind. Him and Gaara, were all each of them had, and no one else. He loved Gaara with all his heart. He was born for Gaara, he breathed; lived; existed for Gaara… He would die, for Gaara.
Because Gaara was his only special person, Gaara was the only one that understood. Gaara didn't look at him as an abomination, Gaara looked at him with pure adoration, pure joy, pure acceptance… pure, innocent, unstained love of the deepest- most wonderful, most meaningful kind.
He loved Gaara with all his heart and soul, and Gaara loved him the same. So Gaara would never leave him, in fact, Gaara was sitting in front of him, right now, glowing that ethereal glow he always had around him. Gaara was beautiful, they were meant to be. Gaara lived, he shone, he was as bright as a starry night sky. So he held Gaara's hand, and Gaara squeezed tight in return, and they both just sat there talking sweet nonsense just to fill up the empty airspace with the sound of the other comforting voice. Because that's what love was to him. Finding the most lovely, fascinating things in you precious person, and to him, Gaara was the epitome of love.
That was captivating enough.
Another spur of the moment idea. Sigh.