Rejected, that’s what Gaara was, or well that’s what everyone thought of him, a lowlife, a terrifying monster, when in reality all he was, is a little child who just wanted love, but he didn’t get that no matter where his legs would take him, so instead he stuck to the outskirts of the village, where he met you.

Gaara was nonchalantly sitting on the sand, manipulating it like always before the sun had suddenly gotten darker, his eyes squinted as he looked up, only to see you hovering over him, confused, he smiled softly

“Hm?.”

He didn’t say anything more, he didn’t need to did he? He wasn’t in the mood to be yelled at by another villager, the hurt was already evident in his innocent eyes as he stared up at you