Before this chapter I just want to say that I got a review saying that they saw this fanfic somewhere before. I have an account on Wattpad, and on there this story is completed under my account, Pink_890. I am moving it here as well since not everyone has Wattpad.

Sakura's POV

Traffic had to be this bad. I'm gonna be late. Crap. I should call Gaara. I could probably get there faster if I walk. Too late. Can't turn back now when your car is in the middle of this HUGE ASS TRAFFIC! I take a deep breath. Just calm down. I pull out my phone and see three text messages from Gaara.

Gaara: Hey I am here.

Gaara: Where are you?

Gaara: Are you actually coming?

Great. If there is one thing Gaara hates in this world, it's someone arriving late. Should I text him? I know you're not supposed to text and drive, but I'm not really driving since there is absolutely no movement happening.

Sakura: Sorry! I am stuck in traffic! I probably won't be there for a while.

Gaara: Have you had dinner yet?

Sakura: No

Gaara: My roommate ordered pizza, I will save you a slice.

Sakura: Thank you.

Gaara can probably tell what is going to happen, but he still is acting so kind and understanding. Am I making a mistake? No, I'm not. There is no point in staying in this relationship if he won't ever commit with me. But maybe he will change his mind. No, focus, this is for the best.

I need a distraction before I overthink more. I turn on the radio and flip to the stations to find a good song, however, no good songs were on. Whatever, I'll just keep it on. It's a good background noise.

Whatever song that was playing ends, and a new song plays. The new one has an acoustic guitar playing in the intro. The playing reminds me very much about the song Gaara played when I first saw him perform. Around the time when I first met him.

We met in our first year in college. We both had English together, and we both struggled with it. When I noticed that my grade was falling I joined a study group, and in that group, there were five people, one of them being Gaara. Gaara's appearance hasn't changed too much since the time we first met, but some things were different. His hair was shorter and messier, and he was a lot slimmer, with dark circles around his eyes, probably from the restless nights he has spent working on school work. I guess you could say he still looked like a kid, while now he is a man.

We both got along pretty quickly because we both hated the books we were forced to read. When we learned that we both hated the books, we decided to try to read them together. We would either meet at the library alone, or sometimes I would go to his dorm room. However, when I would go to his room, we only spent half of that time actually doing work. The other half we would eat, talk, and joke around. Before I knew it, we were talking all the time. Over texting, during breaks, at night. He helped me get through my first semester at college, and my first time being away from my home, friends, and family.

One time when we were talking, Gaara mentioned that he played in a band. He played guitar and would sometimes sing. I remember asking him, "Do you want to become a singer?" His response was "No. The band is only a hobby. I don't want it to turn into a job." He later on invited me to a club where he plays at. I was reluctant to answer, but decided to go at the end.

The club wasn't what I imagined it to be. I was thinking there would be a crazy amount of people drinking, smoking, and making out with each other. I thought there would be so many flashing lights that you could get a seizure. While there were some people doing that and there were some lights that disturbed my eye, it was more civilized. Not too crazy. Also there weren't as many people as I thought.

I sat by myself at a small table facing the stage that Gaara would be playing on. One group was playing before him. I think it was screamo music, but I don't know. Wasn't my thing. Gaara's band was really good. They played a lot of rock. Some were covers, others were originals. I didn't think I was gonna enjoy it as much as I did.

Their final song was a lot slower and softer than the other ones. Gaara played on an acoustic guitar. His bangs covered most of his eyes. His voice sounded like it was hurting as he sang. It was a song about a breakup. A breakup he had recently experienced. The light changed to a yellow and shined on him making him shine from the sweat that was on his face. That night, during that moment, I knew that I had feelings for him.

About two weeks after the performance, Gaara and I were in his dorm room reading. It was late. During that moment I was the one reading and Gaara was listening. We were both on his bed, a lot closer than we normally are. I was leaning on the wall behind us, and Gaara was at first, but then as time went on, and the fatigue started to kick in, his head rested on my shoulder. I tried my best to ignore it, but that was harder said than done. I tried my best to sound normal as I read, but I kept speeding up, then losing where I was. "Let's stop here for tonight," Gaara said with his eyes closed, ready to succumb to his weariness. I stopped ready but didn't move. Gaara didn't lift his head off my shoulder.

"Gaara?" He responded with a grunt. "I need to go now." He finally lifted his head off of me, but I still didn't move. I turned my head to look at him one last time. His face looked exhausted, and his eyes were only open half the way, and looking at me. It felt like he was staring into my soul when he looked into my eyes. Butterflies were flying in my stomach. My cheeks were blemished red, but despite all the nerves, I couldn't look away. After a minute of silence, Gaara started to stare at my lips instead of my eyes, which made me bite the bottom of my lip.

A rush of confidence soured through me when he looked at my lips, so I leaned into him ready for his lips to cover mine, and that's exactly what he did.

The kiss wasn't very passionate since we were too tired to try, but it was soft. His lips were smooth and a lot larger than mine, so most of his top lip was above mine.

The day after that we started dating.

As time goes on and more songs end and start, the traffic dies down, and I am finally moving. The sun is already down. Damn it!

I lift my arm getting ready to knock on his door after being stuck driving, but I can't. Memories we have shared throughout the years floods into my head. How am I supposed to break up with him after five years? He's not only my boyfriend, but my friend. Someone who I can talk to about anything. Someone to play video games and joke around with.

The door of his apartment opens and standing there is the tall man I call my boyfriend. "Hey," he says.

"...Hi."

"Come in," he says as he opens the door fully. I hesitate. Looking into his eyes fills me with a pain in my stomach. "Sakura?" When I look at him again, confusion rules over his face. Have I been spacing out here for too long? I take my first steps into his apartment. The room is darkly lit, messy, a bit smelly and humid. Nothing has changed since the last time I've been here.

"Hungry? I had to fight Lee in order to save you a few slices." I take off my jacket and giggle from his remark.

"Sure." Gaara goes into his small kitchen, pulls out a cardboard pizza box and pulls two pieces of pepperoni pizza. I go down to his tan couch that was filled with clothes and jackets, move some of the clothing, and sit.

"Here ."

"Thank you," I say. Gaara then sits down next to me and grabs a can of soda that was on the coffee table.

I take a very small bite of my pizza in an awkward way. Despite this time being my dinner time, I'm not very hungry. However, I do feel nauseous.

"How was your day?" Gaara asks.

"Alright. There is a new waiter at work so I have to keep an eye on him."

"That's nice. Now you won't do so much."

"Yeah." Another silence succumbs in the room making both of us uncomfortable and anxious. Gaara's right leg starts to bounce at an uneven pace, and I start to play with the pepperoni on my pizza.

I need to get this over with. The longer I wait the harder it will be. I place the pizza down onto the coffee table and take a deep breath. "About what you said over the phone-"

"I'm sorry," he says abruptly, stopping me mid sentence. "I'm sorry... about how I have been treating you. When you mentioned that thing about marriage... I was shocked. To be honest, I hadn't really thought about taking our relationship to the next level because we just graduated from college and we were both trying to find steady jobs and lives, and to start saving money." Gaara moves his eyes from looking at the floor to looking directly into mine. Those damn, beautiful bright blue eyes. They are still the same eyes that I fell in love with in college. " I want you to know it's not you, I love you, really, I just don't want kids, I don't want to deal with marriage. You know my parents, their marriage wasn't great. I just... don't want that."

My breaths start to shake. I can feel tears coming up. " I still wanna be with you. That has never changed and won't change. I want us to be together." I shake my head and sink down.

"I... I ca-an't." My voice cracks. "I want kids. Maybe not now, but I want them in the future, and I can't just stay with you and hope that maybe you will change your mind," my talking continues to speed up. " I can't do that to you or myself." By now tears have fallen.

Gaara doesn't say anything. Eye contact has been broken. He then covers his face with his hand. Probably so I don't see what emotion that's on it.

After a minute Gaara puts his hand down and says in a whispering tone, "Okay." I eventually recompose myself. "Do you want to grab your stuff now or... do you want to come back another day?" he asks me. Knowing me, it would be even harder for me to come back and get it. Seeing him again might make me change my mind.

"Now," I speak quietly.

Gaara gets up from the couch. "Okay, I will get you a bag. You can just go into my room and get them." I follow what he says and go to his room.

Gaara has a very small room. He has one small closet, a full sized bed, a nightstand, his guitar on the other side of the bed, and one window above the bed. I remember all the times we both tried to sleep in his bed. It always ended with half of his body leaning off the bed.

I don't waste any time gathering my things, which are some clothes, beauty products, some books, shoes, and on his nightstand I liked to keep this cute stuffed bunny he got me for Valentines day. Once I gather all of my belongings, Gaara enters with a supermarket bag that cashiers get you to buy to lower the plastic waste.

I feel myself on the verge of breaking down again, so to avoid him seeing it, I say, "I'm going to use your bathroom real quick." I walk out of the room fast and rush to the bathroom.

After taking a couple of deep breaths and spraying water on my face, I start to calm down. When I look into the mirror, I notice how messed up my face has gotten. The eye make up I had on has made dark circles around my eyes. My hair was originally in a low ponytail, but now millions of small hairs were no longer in the ponytail, and the hair tie was half way down the tail. My skin wasn't shiny at all, and my lips were chapped. As soon as I get home, I'm gonna take a long bath.

I come back into Gaara's room and he is still there. I look in his hands and all of my clothing and belongings are in the bags. Gaara lifts his arm and gives me the bag. "Thank you."

Both of us exit his room and make our way back to the door leading outside. Once we get there I stop. What should I say to him? Goodbye? See you around? "Sakura." I clench the bag in my hands and turn to face him. He is in obvious pain, and I am positive my face shows that too. Gaara raises his hand and traces my jawline. Then he cups my face. I see the same look in his eyes that he had when we first kissed. Just like the first time, I find myself leaning in, and just like then, we kiss. It starts soft like our first kiss, but with more experience. It quickly changes into a more passionate kiss. Now both of Gaara's hands are cupping my face and both of my arms are wrapping around his neck. There is more pressure in the kiss. I try to turn it into a kiss with tongue by licking his bottom lip, but as soon as I do that, Gaara starts to pull away. "If we continue this I won't be able to stop," he says. A part of me doesn't want it to stop.

A part of me wants him to keep kissing me. A part of me wants him to lift me from the floor and bring me into his room where we can celebrate our love once again. I know though, that I can't listen to that part of me.

I bend down and grab the bag again while Gaara and I try to steady our breathing. " I should go now."

"Yeah," he says. We face each other again, and give each other one more hug. The hug lasts a couple minutes, and I again feel tears coming up. "Okay I really have to go now," I say, releasing myself from him and opening the door. I turn one more time to memorize his face.

"See you around Haruno."

"See ya," and then I close the door.

When I get to my car I place the bag on the passenger seat. Once I close my door, I let everything poor out. My crying is loud and sounds like I am having a panic attack. I grab the bag and bring it close to my chest. As I look into it, I notice something. The stuffed bunny is not in here.