I tightened my arms with a force that would make a normal child feel pain: "... What about you? Do you like me, Gaara? I am life-saving, cautious, and withdrawn. I cannot be a complete saint. Are you willing to accept me like this? Do you still want to be my friend?"
"It's not important anymore." Gaara smiled lowly, relaxing his body and enjoying the pain from me. He gently pressed his hand on my carotid artery, gathering a layer of quicksand for me to resist his mother: "If you don't be friends with me, I will kill you."
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"If I'm not your only friend," he steps toward me, one step, two, "then you are no longer special. I will kill you. And your blood will live with me forever."
The wind will take me away in the next second, or another moment farther away, when I relax, no longer tense, or feel tired, or hate Gaara, just like the wind swallowed up my father. He had taught me wrong, otherwise how could I have gotten to the point where I had to accept the incarceration of another person to survive? My father couldn't give me the answer, so I had to rely on myself.
"Gaara, you want to ruin my life."
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Me: Gaara, you have to understand that I cannot be your psychiatrist, mother, best friend, most hated person and life coach at the same time.
Gaara: Why not?
The childhood sweetheart love story between the ordinary female protagonist and the ferocious Jinchuuriki Gaara contains a lot of personal XP. I wrote it purely for my own pleasure and do not accept criticism or suggestions.
Purpose: You must first understand the thing that changed his life before you can understand a person.