The Night

by Windesque

Crappy title, I know. Drabble. Gaara is awake at night and thinking. Oneshot, I think, but that might change to more drabbles.

A/N: OK...I decided to try my hand at a drabble...Not sure if it's too good, though. It might just be a oneshot, but I might do another drabble, with another character about the night. I'm not sure.\
And thank you all for the lovely reviews and the faves on my first story. Means a lot, and I'm pretty surprised it was that good :p Thank you, all of you.

The night. There was something about it that appealed to Gaara. The quietness. The calm. The stars. He knew that he was a monster. He had learnt not to trust anyone. He had learnt not to feel anything. He was hated by his village. He knew that, and, where once he had lain in bed, crying silently, now he only felt the numbness that he had become used to. He didn't care anymore. It was just him…him and Shukaku. And that was the way it would always be. They didn't want him. The night accepted him. Just the night…and Shukaku.

And that's it.