Life's been rough for awhile now, so I haven't really had the heart to update. That is, until I looked through my writings one day and found this half finished one-shot. You can imagine this to be any character you like, but I'll always think of it as the straw hat's faithful swordsman.
Ahead of time, sorry if it is a little confusing. I would explain it, but the idea of this jot is to allow my readers to connect to it in their own personal ways.
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or any of its characters.
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To be frozen in time is the worst of sins.
To be frozen in memories is the worst of illusions.
To be frozen in heart…is surely ones death.
Yet it seemed to be different for a certain man.
Perhaps it was only the fall of his spirit that allowed him to rise once again,
Perhaps something else.
In any case, he found himself trapped in a world of memories, all of which seemed to fade into crimson darkness.
He could not forget, he would not. His memories would stay, even if it is the last thing he ever did. He treasured his experiences, far too much to let them go in one simple swing.
And so, he forced himself to heal. Every limp limb, gaping gash, and weeping wound would keep mending as long as he survived.
How long would that be? No one could know for certain, but what they did know was that he would never stop protecting his crewmates, especially one man.
And that, surely…that is the cure for anything.