Just another high school drama

by RainbowElephant101

After a terrible event Hinata has enrolled in a new school. And with new people has decided to change since no one can question her past but part of her past has decided to return and he could destroy everything she has worked for. Luckily he can't remember her. Yet.

25. Chapter 25

Gaara stared at the door perplexed, he couldn't see why it was so interesting to Hinata. The paint was starting to peel and the white had browned in places, also the dust was astonishing, he hadn't known dust could cling to a door like that. "Who's room is that?" he asked, the reason behind her constant stare suddenly clicking in his mind.

"Hanabi's room," she mumbled finding it hard to speak with her jaw wired shut. Her fingers touched the door knob, dust motes swirling in the light multiplied. "How long since you've been in there? He asked, sitting down next to her. Hinata sighed leaning her head against his good shoulder.

"Since the car accident, I was ready to open it when Neji died." He stroked her back, thinking it was time to finally open that room and clean it out. Gaara stood up, taking Hinata with him, grabbing her hand he placed it on the door knob.

"Open it," he whispered. She shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut trying to block out reality.

"It's time to open this door and accept that fact that time is still continuing even though they are gone, we can't live in the past. Open it Hinata," he commanded. Hinata took a deep breath seeing the wisdom behind his words, slowly she opened the door pushing it open.

The walls were a faded pink, her bedding a mess and clothes thrown all over the floor.

"We were late to dinner because she wanted to find the perfect outfit, I remember I was sitting on the chair near the desk, and she was pulling everything out trying to find this skirt I said for her to hurry it up and just wear her jeans "we're going to dinner, I have to look perfect." Hanabi always wanted to look her best no matter where she went, half of my wardrobe is full of her stuff," Hinata said, picking up a shirt from the ground. It was black with white birds across it, it was her favourite shirt. Hinata hugged it to her chest, the tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Hanabi was only eleven," Hinata whispered, crying.

"She was only a child." Gaara left her to cry alone, knowing she needed to. Hinata folded up the shirt, placing it on the chair. She made the bed and opened up the blinds and window.

"Gaara can you please bring me the boxes," Hinata asked, she felt ready to go through her belongings and pack away what was left of Hanabi.