She almost laughed when he posed the question. It was unfathomable that a man like that would want a girl like her, to be his forever.
She knew her place.
How was she any different than the multitude of women who made their way in and out of his bedroom over the years? Although the fact that he kept coming back to her, was surprising. Then again there was this raw, chemical connection the two of them had, and she know he felt it too. Every time the two of them came together something divine happened, it was hard to explain what, but in those fleeting moments she almost, almost, believed him.
She shook your head again as he cocked an eyebrow, his smile twisting into something dangerous. She laughed in your head, you'd be my last love, everlasting you and me. Those words resounded in her mind, causing a scowl to cross her face.
It was definitely not the reaction he had expected when he proposed to her, then again for a man used to getting what he wanted, most of her reactions were not what he was used to.
The first time she met him, they were barely seventeen, and she brushed him off the way she did all the men who made advances at her. He did not take kindly to that, although there was a hint of amusement in his smirk as he continued to pursue her. She did not relent until the second time he found her, a little over a year later. She had found that over the course of a year, she had been unable to get him off her mind, and she was more than willing to give herself to him.
He was different then, still as arrogant as ever, but oh so different. She had caught him tensing up once, when a Celestial Dragon passed through the town, something changed in his demeanor and it terrified and broke her heart at the same time. Later that night he awoke in a cold sweat, and poured out his soul to her. She would never forget the look on his face that night, although she have never seen it since. He was so beautiful and so broken, yet so petrifying and arrogant at the same time. He had been so vulnerable in those early years, but time has hardened him, and sometimes she would forget that deep, deep down inside, he was a broken little boy.
"No." She repeated, when he placed his hands on your hips again, pulling her roughly against him. That question leaving his lips again.
He let out a low growl, an annoyance overtaking his features as she looked defiantly into his eyes. "And why not, Aldonza?"
"Because, Doffy," She replied, giving into his hands. "I don't believe you, but more importantly, I don't want to."
"What can I do to convince you?" He asked, slamming her down against him, eliciting a moan from her.
"Nothing." She gasped, her body moving against his. "Absolutely nothing."
"I could make you so happy." He rumbled in her ear, sending an electric current through her body as he picked up the pace.
She moaned his name as he slammed against her again and again. "You already do."
"Then be mine, forever."
"No." She repeated, in between moans.
"Why not?" He growled as he tightened his grip on her hips, convulsing inside her.
She shuddered against him before collapsing on top of him. "Because, I don't want to."
"That is not a valid reason."
She sighed, her hands roaming through his hair as she pulled his head down so she can press your lips upon his. "It is to me."
Honestly, she wanted everything and nothing to do with him. In moments like these she felt like she could definitely spend a lifetime with him, but she also knew that these moments were fleeting, they always were. Every time the two of them came together like this she held his heart in her hands, but the moment it was over he slipped back into that persona which scared her to her core. It terrified her the things he was capable of, the things she had seen him do. She knew that no matter how much she enjoyed his company, no matter how much she loved broken little boy inside of him, he was never going to coming out again, and she could not, would not be able to love the man he had become. She could not spend a lifetime with this man, there was no way.
Pulling herself off of him, she quickly dressed, to his disapproval. "I'm giving you up." She said softly, ignoring the intense aura coming off of him.
"You don't mean that." He replied with a knowing smirk.
She let out a sigh, no, she did mean it. She could not do this any longer, she was just simply not strong enough to endure his love. "I've forgiven it all, so set me free." She turned to give him the saddest smile. "Send my love to your new lover, treat her better. We've gotta let go of all of our ghosts, we both know we ain't kids no more."
His face fell when those words left her lips, she did not want to leave him this way, but she had to. If she stayed she might just give into his ridiculous proposition, and she did not want that. He was simply too strong, and she were trembling, she could not handle the hot heat rising. He was in an entirely different league than her, and there was no way she could ever possibly keep up with him. She knew that she would end up resenting him with all she had.
She knew this was for the best, and before she could change her mind or he recovered from the blow of her words, she left, taking with her the last remaining shred of humanity which resided within him.
The air was tense as the Donquixote Pirates entered the small tavern, their Captain exuding an intensely deadly aura which contradicted the carefree smile plastered on his face. The few closest to him knew he was irritated, by what they had still yet to pinpoint, but they knew better than to pry when he was in one of those moods. They had their theories though, the most popular one being that it had to do with a woman. Which one they were not sure, but it would be the only explanation they could come up with on why they kept circling back to this particular island, and why each time they docked he made it his mission to seek out a specific tavern.
Truth was it did have to do with a woman, a woman who he simply could not get his mind off of, a woman who slipped through his hands, a woman who he wanted, no, needed to claim again. He needed her more than he had ever needed anything in his life, there was a hunger, a thirst that he could simply not fill until he had her again. It was maddening that no matter how hard he tried he just simply could not shake this desire he had for her.
He growled as the tavern showed absolutely no signs of her, this was her place, she should have been here, but the past three times he had come she was nowhere to be seen. No one in that town knew where she was, and he seriously had half a mind to just burn it to the ground. In fact he had to stop Diamante and Trebol from doing just that the last time there were here, because for some inexplicable reason he had a feeling that she was still there, and he simply could not bring himself to destroy her yet.
Although the very thought that she had rejected him for some lesser man drove him to the brink of insanity, and in those moments a monster was unleashed. A ruthless monster which tore through towns destroying everything in its wake. The madness was revitalizing, the taste and screams of pain he inflicted upon others made him feel so alive, it validated him, and helped numb that burning ache within his heart.
In all honesty, she was not even that special, sure she was beautiful, but he had no shortage of beautiful women, in fact he had take three or four women far more beautiful than her just the other day, but they simply did not sate him the way she did. Whenever he was with her something was stirred up within his heart, something magical happened between them, something so mind numbingly devine. No easy love could ever make him feel the same, so he continued to chase her shadow.
She seemed to just vanish from existence, and as the years passed, he found himself subconsciously haunting that small area in the North Blue, searching. In fact wherever he went he seemed to find himself searching for her ghost in the room, oh he had not been lying when he told her his love was everlasting. No, that was not a lie he would tell so easily, and he swore to himself that if he ever found her again, he would bind her to him, with strings so tight she would never be able escape him again.