Who am I? [Gaara]

Chapter 22

A/N: So I wasn't going to update today. I was so busy this week! With Track and field at Zones and dance showcases.

But I hope this isn't bad! I'm ending this with the next chappy! Hope you enjoyed this story!

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Flashback~

"Gaara?" I run up to my friend. I knew I'd find him here. The little ally-way near his house is where he always goes if he's feeling upset. Right now, he's sitting against a wall, his knees pulled into his chest. I can hear light sobs. He's crying. I hate watching him cry. Taking a seat next to him.

"Come on, talk to me. What's wrong?" it is already late, time for me to be going home, but I think home can wait. Gaara doesn't reply. He just keeps sobbing. I sigh. I wish I could help more then by just talking.

"Gaara, what happened?" I ask again. He slowly looks up at me, tears running down his face.

"They hate me, they were yelling at me to keep away..."

"Who was?" My eyes widen.

"Temari and Kankuro." That explains it. I would say it's alright, but it's not. I would say that they didn't mean it, but I know they did. I'm powerless. I'm not that great with words anyway, but this time, I'm just completely useless.

"You know, I've always wanted to ask you... Why do you stay?" Gaara says out of nowhere.

"What do you mean?" I asked bluntly tilting my head off to the side.

"Why don't you run like others do? You know, you could have so many friends if you stopped being friends with me..." he mumbled so quietly barely auduble for me to hear.

"I don't run because you're my friend. And I don't see the beauty in having a whole bunch of friends that will turn away from you the moment you need their help. I know that you're just not like that, and it would be pure cruel if I just turned away from our friendship. It would be unfair, and it would hurt both of us." I say grinning slightly. Gaara stares up at the sky, which is rapidly growing darker.

"K-Kasumi...?"

"Hm?"

"I... I promise I'll never turn away from you." He says softly. I give him a little smile.

"Me too."

Flashback over~

I wake up suddenly, my head throbbing. My heart is pounding like a drum. I look around rapidly, causing sharp pain to shoot through my whole body. Wincing, get out of bed. I look at the clock and groan.

"And I have hospital work today. How lovely." I mutter, walking into the bathroom. My thoughts somehow drift back to Gaara. The one who wouldn't explain to me why he left our relationship and threw all of it away.

I step into the shower, trying to think of anyone but him. Still, somehow, I just can't. My body is going shaky, and my vision is beginning to blur. Tears are running down my cheeks and mixing with the water. I stand like this for several minutes, trying to suppress all those negative emotions. Gaara is the Kazekage, he will probably find someone better than me. All I hope is that it's not Matsuri, or some other crazy fangirl that likes him only because he's a 'mega hottie'. I shake those thoughts away. Gaara isn't stupid. He wouldn't date girls like that. I step out of the shower. Well, guess there is nothing I can do about it. I take a deep breath. No use crying over spilled milk.

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After a long day of hospital duty, I'm finally free to go home. But do I want to go home?