WANT
Crocodile began to walk away from her, leaving her sitting alone in the center of a massive bed tucked into the corner of an almost empty room. There was a closet filled with clothes, a door to the bathroom, the bed and a few personal doodads. Tears welled in Sumara's eyes and she scrambled across the bed, catching the curve of his hook in her hand. When Crocodile stopped, she smiled hopefully because it meant that he stopped of his own volition.
"I'm not leaving my hook behind, if that's what you're thinking," he said and didn't look at her, he didn't need to, to know what the smile was wiped off her face and the strength that held the tears back before had broken. Crocodile didn't tug his arm away from her when he could have with ease. Even though Sumara tried to keep her Devil Fruit in check, he could feel her agony radiating around him. The pain he was causing her and the fading love and hope she had for him.
"I'm not asking you to leave your hook behind, Crocodile, I'm just asking that you don't leave me behind." Gently, he pulled him back to the bed where he sat down on the edge beside her calmly. There was no expression on his face when he looked at her. "Please, don't leave."
He shook his head and ashed his cigar on the silk carpets. "You don't love me, Sumara; you are merely in love with a materialistic and wealthy shell."
"Don't bullshit me, Crocodile," she cried and grasped his hand in hers. "Don't lie to me, I have never asked you for a thing."
Crocodile stood and exhaled the smoke from his mouth. He looked away from her again and took a puff. "And you've never gone wanting. You don't know what it is to love."
Sumara was silent while she watched Crocodile walk out of the room. She couldn't speak but she knew that he felt what she did. Every one of the estates servants, cleaners and chef's will have felt it.
The door closed and the last tear fell down her cheek. "I want you."