The Love of Ling Shui

It turns out I'm a god.

But why do I exist? I am lost.

I keep searching the human world, seeing all its worldly affairs and its tangled web of deceit. I don't understand. What is it all for?

I search for that thing called love.

-----Yes, I can watch my own experiences as an outsider, and I know what I should and shouldn't do. But I really don't want to wake up. Because what would change if I did? I'd still be alone, wouldn't I?

Where is this? Who am I? Who's there?

Ling curls up alone, sitting on the cold floor with her arms around her knees. Darkness surrounds her.

Her bangs obscure part of her view. Ling's large, silver-gray eyes open slightly.

Then, one day, I realized it. Then I fell in love. And I would never let go, even if I got hurt, even if I had to give him up to someone who could make him happy.

I love Gaara.

[Revision in progress. Read with caution.]