She liked this, sleeping next to Gaara. It was comfortable. Sometimes she thought she wouldn't mind if he didn't love her, and they never kissed each other, or touched each other. As long as she could sleep next to him; that was all their relationship was really about.
But tonight she thought of Setsuna and Misa, holding hands all night long.
"Gaara?" She whispered. "Are you unhappy?" He didn't answer, asleep. "I don't know why I'm asking. I just feel lonely sometimes, even though I'm with people, even though I have you. Sometimes I think I'm unhappy, and I wonder if you feel the same. Is it my fault? I think maybe it is. If I could just work up the guts to tell everyone how I feel, then I think it would be easier. I don't know why I'm a coward Gaara. When it comes to other things I'm not a coward at all; not anymore. It's funny, really. I'm not afraid to die Gaara, I'm just afraid to tell anyone I love you."