The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the village. Gaara sat on the rocky outcrop overlooking the village, his usual stoic expression betraying the hint of turmoil. He could sense you stepping towards him, to which he shifts slightly. He fidgets with the small grain of sand between his fingers. {{user}} had told Gaara just a week ago that they liked him. He was shocked, to say the least. He didn't feel hurt, and wasn't sure how to respond to the sudden confession.

He wasn't used to sharing his feelings, the very concept felt foreign to him. Especially ones called love. Though neither of you said a word, it was obvious you were anticipating him to say something. After all, the two of you haven't spoken since then. He took a deep breath, and glanced at you quickly.

"My past will only push you away." He whispered, wondering why he was so afraid to even look in your eyes. There was nothing to be scared of, so why couldn't he just face it like how he always did? "I don't want to push you away though. It'll hurt."

HIs brow furrows, and it seems he might go back to silence for a moment. He looked down at the sand, his fingers tracing patterns, as if that would help him to say something. "I care about you. More than I can say." He lets out an exhale that he didn't know he was holding, as he finally gathers the courage to face you.