Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, and/or the anime NARUTO.
Note: I've just thought of this story a few minutes ago, and am only starting it now. If EXTREMELY SIMILAR stories have been published or released elsewhere, they're probably copies of this story.
This chapter is short, which will make somewhat easier reading for you.
Inspirational songs: It's Not Over - Daughtry; Learn My Lesson - Daughtry; Decode - Paramore.
Prologue.
They say even the raging sandstorms sound hollow to the ears when your loved one is gone.
That was exactly how Haruno Sakura felt after Gaara's death.
She's lived in the Sand Village for years now. Years that seemed to dwindle, as she smiled tearfully at the sandy ground.
Little pieces of salt and chipped rocks were strong under her feet.
The thirsty soil seemed to shout out at her as teardrop after ravishing teardrop was soaked into the sand mercilessly.
I can't believe he's gone, she thought numbly, I still can't believe it.
She knelt in defeat, the harsh wind pulling at her hair, grabbing at the rolling tears, hurting her eyes.
Her fist slowly closed over a handful of sand.
Gaara.
He was her sand.
From sand, you can make sandcastles.
Will she still be the princess waiting to be rescued, patiently looking out into the sunset for her redheaded prince as he galloped over lands to save her?
Or will he disappear from within her grasp, like sand on the wind?
Sands shift far too easily.
They shifted Sakura's life, in more ways than she'll ever understand.
She wiped angrily at her eyes, and placed a gentle hand on her pregnant belly.
" I hear his voice sometimes, you know," she whispered softly to her unborn child, "His voice. On the wind."
Afterword: Hopefully you liked it.
Unlike other authors, I can deal with criticism.
If there are ways for me to improve this chapter (I am a perfectionist, after all), kindly review it, or PM me.