When Gaara was little, he got that feeling. That feeling when you feel as though you are falling apart starting at your heart. That feeling when you feel that you are a doll kept together by a million little strings and then they all break. It's the most painful feeling in the world. You cannot breath nor think, because as you wrap your arms around yourself in futile attempt to keep yourself from falling apart, all that goes through your mind is how to make the pain leave you.
When Naruto was little he got another similar feeling. This feeling was slower moving, a feeling that crept threateningly through your body. The feeling so that you don't realize until it is to late that it has blocked all your airways and you are left gasping for breath and longing for the tears to go away. You cannot stop the tears because every time you try, they just come back again.
They both forgot these feeling or found ways to deal with them. Naruto put on a smile and soon after got friends, he forgot about the feeling. Gaara forced himself to not care about the feeling, but never did he stop feeling it.
Then Gaara died, and Naruto remembered. He remembered the feeling he had felt and also he felt the feeling Gaara had.
His heart.
Was breaking into pieces.
Then Gaara came back and it was better.
Then Naruto left the newly revived Gaara. Gaara, for the first time since he was young let himself cry. He cried for all the things he never had cried for. He was afraid any moment that his body would fall apart like on of his brother's puppets.
That night, someone came in through his window. Someone hugged him close, and stopped the tears.
Someone loved him.
A/N: Just a quick thing I did. Sorry if you don't get it.