A/N: Just a drabble I wrote awhile ago in English. I don't own Naruto.
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Rain was falling. He watched it as it hit the leaves at his feet.
Rain was falling. She saw it mix with the sand beneath her and couldn't tell what was rain and what was her own tears.
He didn't cry. He was more angry than sad. To hell with tradition if it kept him from her.
She cried because she couldn't choose. Her brothers, her duty, or her love, her heart.
The hypocrites! The 4th Hokage had a child with a woman from a different village. Who were they to tell him who he could and couldn't love?
She loved him with all her heart but she couldn't leave her brothers. Gaara had just recently begun to sleep and it was still fitful and unsound. He was plagued with awful dreams. She couldn't leave him now. He needed her. Never mind the fact that she couldn't sleep at all because she wanted so much to be somewhere else.
He had difficultly getting to sleep. Him! The guy who would normally rather sleep than do just about anything else. But now, any sleep he got was haunted by dreams of her. Dreams of what could have been. Dreams of what he would make no matter how long it took. Even if it killed him. He'd make it work. For her. For her, always. Always and forever.