Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING!!!!! Except maybe my clothes...I dunno shrug
Once again, I look out the window. I see the ocean, a deep blue, with little white heads apearing and then disapearing along the shore. The clouds looming above us all. They are so grey, so beautifully and disturbingly grey. I watch as an ocational small spark lights up the sky just slightly. It always looks like this, it seems.
I'm used to it. Or rather, I should be.
"..."
I hear him. I always do. The slightest rustle of fabric, the tiniest sound of his shoes hitting the carpet. I hear him, even in his silence. I can tell you the way it's going to go. It always goes like it did the day before. "...I missed you."
How cruel. I look down at my fingers, numb from not movng in so long. He would always do this. And I know that he always will. It's who he is. To me, at least.
Silence. Of course it is. My voice stopped working a long time ago. He knows that. I know that. The smallest smile forms on my lips.
" I love you." He says. He turns around, and starts to leave the room.
My window is open, and a slight breaze makes my cotton-candy pink hair caress my neck. I hate long hair. He always thought that I looked better with shorter hair. So I hate long hair.
He pauses and just stands there. Of course he does. He always does. But then he always leaves.
Not this time. ' Well, this is new.' I think to myself.
He comes up behind me. I close my eyes. I love his smell. So unique. So...Him. Earth. That's what he smelled like. Desert. Sand.
Of course he does. That who he is, isn't it?
He slowely puts his hand on my hair, caressing it carefully. I don't know why. Why he would do this, why he would even choose me. But then, he always said the same about me.
As the rain starts drizzeling, I gingerly move my hand for the first time all day. I gently lay it on his. My lips part, but no voice comes out.
It's not like something is wrong with it, I just didn't use it. So much that I lost my voice. I'm not sure if it's permenent or not. But it sure isn't working now. Slowely, silently, I move my lips. They form words, but I'm on "MUTE". And I lost the remote that can turn the sound back on. He knows this. He saw the words, and maybe even heard what they said, too.
He bends down, and wraps his strong, protective arms around me. I don't give in. I won't. I'm stronger than that.
It's just in the way he layed my head on his shoulder, and how he refused to let go, no matter how much I silently protested. I can't help it.
I cry.
For the firstime in a long time, I cry. I cry because I can't take it any more. I cry because it hurts so much. I cry to tell him that I love him, and that I still care. For all that we've through, I care.
So much.
Ok, So this might not make that much sense to some of you...But yes it IS Gaara and Sakura. I'm a big fan of the show AND couple, even though I don't know that much about it. I made it skechy on purpose, just so you know. I leave the rest up to you.