It was like a game of roulette, never knowing where you'd stop. A game of chance, unless you cheated and counted the petals that is. The stoic red head spent many of his evenings picking the petals off of yellow daisys one at a time, either muddering 'she loves me' or 'she loves me not'. He never knew exactly which answer he wanted.

~ A few months earilier~

"I'm sorry Gaara, but I don't love you..." The words echoed in his head. He thought she was different, but she was just like everyone else...

His love had been his decay, slow eating him away. When he had finally admitted to it, it paractically killed him because she didn't love him back. The sand slowly started to cover the blonde girl infront of him. She was struggling to get away but couldn't quite escape.

"Gaara what are you doing?" He stayed quiet and just watch. "Please Stop!" She pleaded over and over. It was as if he didn't even hear her.

"I'll stop, when you stop screaming." She screamed louder, begging for him to let her out.

Before he knew it the girl was completely cover in sand, no more crys for help or pleads to stop were heard. The sand went back into his gourd. He walked away like nothing had ever happened.

No one ever knew what had happened to the blonde girl, but then again I guess no one really cared...