She seemed too good to be true anyway.
That fake caring smile of hers and all her talk of trying to understand me.
Liar.
I don't need her. I don't need anyone.
Gaara drives home like a maniac. As he draws nearer to the large gate, following the large tiled driveway leading to the large white mansion that feels almost like a prison to him, he feels his heart start to become heavy.
Coming home always does this to him especially when he knows that his father is home.
Great. I can't catch a break.
