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The sway of red and swirl of pink. He found himself drowning. Every breath got harder than the last. Every second was torture. The colours of sand beat down on him and all he could do was choke and gasp as the grains began to devour him.
The screaming. It wasn’t him.
Her voice rang in his ears. So loud now it could be heard through the grating of the sand. Warm fingers tore through the cold and dark of his vision and embraced him.
Touched; she found him.
Gaara woke up panting and sweating, gasping for breath. These dreams were getting on his nerves. But as the panic and hysteria faded he realised his mistake. Shukaku had been trying to tell him all along.
He shouldn’t have let her go.