Disclaimer I don't own Naruto.
A/N// I really apologize for this fic. You'll see why shortly.
A Love That Burned
He loved her, even though he knew that his love burned her like acid, making tracks of red on her pure, pale skin. He loved her, even though he knew that it would destroy her. He had known it would end long before he was ready for it to do so. He was ready for it. But it still hurt so badly when it came…
"Hinata?" Gaara whispered her name softly. "What did you want to tell me?" He barely needed to ask, he already knew what was coming…
"W-we have to…st-stop seeing each o-other…Gaara…" Her eyes were closed but tears were still leaking slowly from beneath the lids, drawing silver lines of light down her face. Gaara ached to step forward and brush the wetness away from her cheeks, ached to wrap her in his arms and apologize over and over until she forgave him, so they could stay together. He was sure they could work it out…
No, no he wasn't going to do that. Because he knew that they couldn't ever work it out. He was too caustic, he'd seen to much and had too much blood dripping from his fingers. And she was far too gentle for him. He couldn't protect her from his own raging temper, couldn't help himself from lashing her with his words until she collapsed into tears on the ground. And every single time he did it he would feel as though he was the most repulsive thing on the planet and would drop to his knees beside her, putting his arms around her and whispering that he was sorry, that he would never do it again. But then it would always happen again… he just couldn't help himself. The last remainder of the Shukaku's curse.
Gaara lay facedown on his bed after she left. Hinata… The last pure thing he'd had left in his life. He'd nearly destroyed her too, of course, just like he'd wrecked everything else. He just couldn't help himself.
He sighed and rolled off his bed. There was only one thing he could do to subdue the guilt and despair that ate at him, only one way to ensure that when he went to sleep he wouldn't be haunted by nightmares. He would get very drunk and hope that sooner or later the stupor he would force himself into would cause him to forget the way silver tears had sparkled on his angel's face as she told him that she was leaving Suna and would never be back again.
A/N// (Sniffs, whimpers… Slinks over to corner and bawls eyes out.) I…(sob)…can't believe I did that to them!!!!!! (sobs heartbrokenly) I'm SORRY!!!!!!!
