¥ gaara ur obligated to love yrself oh noooo
he freezes. how does he feel? something is off. something is wrong. gaara stares into the mirror a few seconds longer than he would otherwise. his face is clear, he doesn’t block it out, he can see himself. no, he’s never been blind, but until now he would only barely process his existence, just barely acknowledging his own form. right now, gaara looks in the mirror, & gaara looks back. there is no disgust, no regret, & no muddied confusion.
he can’t look away. is this who he really is? he’s turning thirty five soon... it took this long for him to see this? how much he’s grown, how much he’s done. gaara is free from his past, at least for a moment, it’s tight grip on him has loosened. he smiles, for no one but himself. it’s small, & subtle, but kind nonetheless.
yes, he does deserve to be kind to himself sometimes.
maybe he’ll take the rest of the day off. there’s not much left to do that he can’t do later. gaara takes a breath, finally breaking eye contact with himself & walking off. it’s best not to question a random good mood, isn’t it?
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