Word Count: 100
Monday
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an: originally, this mini-story was from my collection of drabbles, "Many Pieces", an ongoing collection of mine, but I thought, since these drabbles actually come together to create a story, as opposed to all the others that stand alone, I would create a separate story for them so that it's easier to read and navigate around. Check out "Many Pieces" if you like this, and please review!
dedication: SilverStream101, you're awesome.
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"Hey, Luffy, remember when we were young?"
So he dreams. Not of the vast blue skies yet to be seen, but of those that have long since faded into nights, the sun leaving behind the past.
The grass is soft under his feet, ticklish reminders of a home waiting to welcome him back to the warmth of childhood, but his fireplace is cold and he has no wood to burn.
And so he dreams of the cold. An empty world with familiarly foreign faces in a life past.
Even in his dreams, he has lost a brother.
The aching grows.