So hi. Been a while since I've uploaded anything, and I choose to post this depressing angst ball. I'm not even really sure where this came from. I happened to be listening to "Someone Like You" by Adele and then this happened. It's pretty short, but well, I thought it got the point across. Hope you enjoy it! Feel free to leave a review if you like. Constructive criticism is always welcome. :)
Disclaimer: Obviously I'm not Adele, so I don't own her song, and I wouldn't be writing fanfiction if I owned One Piece.
Zoro remembers when Luffy told him about Sanji's new fiancé. She was supposed to be very beautiful. Of course she was, that was just Sanji's taste. Zoro wasn't invited to the wedding, though that wasn't exactly surprising. Everyone else was though, so he'd had to spend that day alone. They'd offered to stay with him, of course, but he didn't want to drag them down with him. Sanji was still their friend, so they should be there on his big day. Zoro didn't need them to baby him. He just needed a good bottle of sake to drown away the memories.
Sanji is surprisingly quiet after letting Zoro in. He talks to Zoro, of course, about trivial things, but there are none of the usual insults. No fighting—not anymore. It doesn't seem right to Zoro. The cook used to be so full of life, his clever tongue easily keeping up with anything Zoro threw at him. Now he's just…quiet. Zoro misses him.
He shouldn't have come. He doesn't belong in Sanji's life anymore. And he knows that, but… Zoro can't stay away. He needs Sanji. He still loves the idiot cook. He has no right to be here, and he's not entirely sure what he planned to do. Maybe he was hoping that Sanji would see him and realize that he was wrong to leave. That Zoro is still here, still in love with him.
But even Zoro can see that he was a fool to come here. There are pictures of Sanji and his wife everywhere. They look happy. Sanji has moved on, and he has to accept that. Maybe he should find someone else himself. Maybe then the pain will finally go away. He doesn't resent Sanji for leaving, not anymore. Zoro wants him to be happy. He just wishes that Sanji would be happy with him, instead of his new wife. He hopes that Sanji won't forget him, what they had. Because Zoro won't. He'll never forget. Sanji was his life. He brought so much joy and light and Zoro had never been happier than when he was with his cook. Their love had burned so brightly that Zoro was sure it would never die, but Sanji knew better. He had said that all relationships had to end some day, and only a select few could last beyond death. Zoro wonders if Sanji's new relationship will.
It still doesn't feel real, even after all this time. Zoro still dreams about Sanji, and every time he wakes to an empty bed, he can't do anything but cry. It's been months since he had last seen the cook, but all that time had passed in such a blur that it feels like only yesterday that Zoro had held a grinning Sanji in his arms. He can still remember every touch, every smile, all the good and the bad—everything comes together into Sanji's perfect smile, radiating the light of a thousand summers' suns.
Nothing else matters. Nothing can compare to that smile. It can wipe away every fight, every mistake, every bad moment. All of the pain would go away if Zoro could just see that look one more time. But he won't. At least, not directed at him. And that kills him.
