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One more ticking turn of the clocks hands above my bed reminding me how quiet it is inside my head Just another silent second – one of many, I'll admit – but such is life when lonely with just me, in silence I sit. When you've got no one to reach for, no one to call your name, the silence becomes your saviour but you're lonesome just the same So, if this lonliness haunts you keep this in mind forever; you're not really by yourself when we can be alone together.

 Finally, Gaara thought to himself. I'm done my work for the night. The Kazekage breathed a sigh, and pushed himself away from his desk, glad that he could finally go home to his lover. Yes, getting home to his Rock Lee's warm comforting arms was always his favourite part of the day, and had been for the last eight years they'd been living together. Although, despite his relaxing demeanour and ever-welcoming embrace, Gaara had noticed that Lee had been seeming… distant for the past few weeks; like the former leaf-nin was merely a shadow of the man he had been, ghosting through Gaara's life like he didn't really want to be a part of

The spicy smell of cumin and coriander wafted through the kitchen, and danced on Gaara's smell receptors, making his stomach growl. The extra-hot curry he was making – with the fresh tofu from the market, and onions from their little window-box garden – for him and his lover was almost done… he just needed to add a bit of apple puree to sweeten the bubbling red goodness, and he could serve it up over some brown rice, and satisfy his hunger. He could hear Lee gasping and oh no-ing in the other room while he watched some teenage drama series about vampires on their seemingly ancient TV set, giggling like some high-school girl a