Chapter 238: Dolor
n. sorrow; grief.
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Gaara squeezed his eyes tightly shut, hands fisted in his hair and pulled, pulled, pulled! Anything to distract him from the skull splitting throbbing that resounded through his every nerve. It felt as though his brain was on fire, like something was taking a kunai to the insides of his skull, slowly prying the bone plates apart.
Gaara mewed in pain, when a ribbon of light stole it's away into his sanctuary.
"Gaara?" Temari's pensive voice called out lowly, "it's been five days."
Gaara's hand clenched a last time before slowly he uncurled himself from the corner of the closet.
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