#queeu

This drabble is part of my summer celebration collection! Prompt: Flowers Characters featured: Gaara (Naruto), 2nd person GN Reader Requested by: @silenceofthecookies [a/n]: soft Gaara? soft Gaara.

Gaara is a busy man. You knew when you got together with him, and it hadn’t really changed. He takes his job as a kage very seriously, and you admire all the hard work he puts in. But sometimes you wished that you could get a little more attention from him, that you could spend just a little more time together. 

But you never brought it up, because you knew how hard he tried, and you knew how much he loved you. You couldn’t get your selfish wish past your lips, because you loved him so much and you knew he’d bend over backwards to give you what you wanted, only to chip away at himself even more in the process. And that was the last thing you wanted. 

So you tried to help out instead. You brought meals to his office, sat with him on late nights, even if it was just reading a book on a couch nearby. You helped wherever you could with the paperwork -although that took quite a lot of convincing-. You made sure the house was always a home for him to be happy to come home to. And you never even mentioned your extra efforts once. 

But they didn’t go unnoticed. One day you come home from grocery shopping to find a huge bouquet waiting for you at the dinner table. Your initial worry -who got inside the house? Gaara is working- makes way for all warm fuzzy feeling when you notice the redhead sitting on the couch, smiling, waiting for you to come home. 

“Gaara, I thought you were wo-” He interrupts gently, taking you by your hands and pulling you closer to him. “Not today. You have been doing so much to ease my burdens, and never once asked anything in return. So please, allow me to properly thank you today.”

mas

você me ganha nos detalhes

e nos detalhes

você me perde

É uma segunda feira fria 

talvez o tempo só esteja passando por mim e eu esteja seguindo o fluxo 

talvez..

mas eu gosto de sentir esse frio, ele me faz me sentir melhor 

como se o meu único problema fossem os arrepios que minha pele sem proteção faz pelo seu toque frio e úmido  

eu estou sem direção mas com tantos caminhos a seguir  

não me sinto segura 

e não me sinto amada

parece que depois dos 18 você é domado por decisões e obrigações 

não sei se tenho tanta força , mesmo depois de tantos cacos meu espelho ainda reflete minha alma 

as pessoas me veem mas não veem através de mim

a cidade de pedra me parece perfeita 

pois todos são tão  sozinhos

 como eu 

saber que estou em um momento caótico da minha vida 

e ao mesmo tranquilo 

é como uma comedia sem graça com péssimos roteiristas

meus dias são longos e cheios de preocupações 

mas eu ainda sim sorrio para todos e sou compreensiva com eles