A/N: Thank you so much to everyone that read my first chapter! Here's the second one. It's short, but I hope you like it.
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Shikamaru was laying on his bed, ready to sleep, wondering what was going on with all of his feelings. He stood up and took the letter from the drawer and read it again, and again, but he still felt the same. He couldn't explain it. It was a mixture of confusion, anger, sadness, it was weird. Maybe it was just tiredness. It was 2:40 am, so maybe he was just really tired. He tried to sleep, but he just tossed and turned around his bed, covering and uncovering himself, rolling, staying still, changing the pillow to the coldest side. Nothing. He couldn't sleep. His mind was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. He decided trying one more time, just one last time. Maybe if he read it out loud he would feel better, but it was late, he wouldn't do it, what if his parents woke up? How could he explain it? He wouldn't tell them he's been writing to Temari, even though they're just friends, that's not good. Perhaps, beings just friends is not good. That's it! Is it? His mind was thinking so fast. Sometimes being that smart can be a drag. There's times where he can't control what he thinks of and he can't get a grip of his thoughts. He over analyses mundane situations.
He started thinking about all of his life. When he was little, how loving and caring his mother is. The time his mother got angry at him because he broke a vase with his puncturing shadow jutsu. When he got into the academy. The crazy things he did with Naruto, Kiba and Choji. When his mom yells at his dad, and how his dad just stares at her with heart eyes and nods. Being a genin. Asuma teaching him shogi. The chunin exams. Temari. Actually becoming a chunin. Sasuke's rescue mission and the fail it was. Temari, again? Naruto leaving. Training with his dad, and the rest of team ten. Naruto being back in the village. Temari. Asuma's death.
He suddenly sat up, breathing heavily. He took one deep breath as he ran his fingers through his hair. He took another deep breath trying to calm down when he looked to the clock beside him.
'Fuck' he thought to himself. He had to wake up in 46 minutes. He laid down again. He tried to sleep again. He'd rather sleep 40 minutes than none.