Well im back after a short time and I know they are coming much quicker than before but its only because I have more time to spare and so I decided to write and if im bored enough, draw. Also, im keeping all of the files on me so I can type just about anywhere and not worry about having to type and lose it to a virus (which I nearly did lose the previous chapters , thank god for anti-virus for saving my files). So anyway, on with the story!
AN: if anyone didn't speak Spanish in the other chapter I said I love you; I love you too I want you; I need to sleep goodnight my love; before you go off I want to see your face. Yes that is the translation and I know it is since I am Spanish. Now on with the story!
When Gaara got home, he didn't feel too well. After all who wouldn't after figuring out for yourself that a person broke up with you and didn't let you know. Yet gaara had the best poker face around so at first glance he didn't look like he was hurt he looked like shikamaru did in math class. But when he went into his room, he lost it. By the time he was done, his knuckles had bruises and his bed was messed up and his room even looked more chaotic than usual. He just cried after that; he had never felt so hurt as he did then and the pain wasn't physical yet it felt like his heart was stabbed and it was ripping in two. He didn't know what to do at all. He felt lost, hopeless, he was starting to fall into a hole that couldn't be covered up, dug in, or filled but with one thing. Yet that one thing was the thing he wanted most and that thing was what was causing him all of this pain. The bed embraced him as he curled into a ball and cried himself to sleep.
Gaara woke to the sound of his alarm going off and he grumbled to himself in his head "I really don't want to go today, I just wanna be alone. I think its best that way, less people to deal with and away from the prying…. I don't feel so good now…"
Gaara ran to the bathroom and emptied the remains of last nights dinner which wasn't much since he definitely wasn't hungry then. As he tried to stand, his stomach cramped up and the pain sent him straight back to bed. Kankuro and Temari woke up later and woke him up cooing "You're gonna be late Gaara. Time to go to school."
"I don't feel so well my stomach hurts"
"Stay home then" they both said as they left for work and left him in the house. Gaara went back to a fitful sleep and kept tossing and turning as if he was on a boat. He was glad that this little wish came true but he realized that he felt even more alone and isolated. He thoughtfully said to himself, "Maybe I shouldn't have thought that last night. Now I regret staying home." He stayed in the living room and just played the new x-station3 that they bought until he got bored which came very quickly. He went back to his room and then went to his usual websites. But yet despite the normal façade, he felt as if he was being eaten by acid from the inside.
Well theres youre satiated thirst for emoness and angst but don't worry the love and Naruto will appear within the next couple of chapters. Next time on LE? It's a one sided kibaxgaa (take a guess on who is the one crushing) ja ne!